Limbo Child

After the third time He lost it Quiet Volcano No More crumbling avalanche Crumbling Shattered Man.

After the third time
He lost it
Quiet Volcano
No
More crumbling avalanche
Crumbling Shattered Man.

He screamed until
his lungs like deflated
balloons
Squeaked 
Cracked voice
More fragile than Nana’s
China

Apologies whispered between kisses
Giving body as prostration
A martyr seeking Clemency
the Irony.

Seeded on a rooftop
Moments from severing
Tie to universe
Denied the knowing
His greatest alchemy
Pictures of hiked dress
Memorabilia
Her snowed in shutters
His handy work
Blackmail

He regrets
Never blackmailing her
So nice a guy he was
Thought that spirals like a downed fighter jet
Bump that’ll never be hers
Appointments he never got to make

No mistake for weeds in this garden
No precious flower
Sent below
To fair in life before life

No sweet cherub bound to the first circle.
Amongst savages, to fester
to never know pain of skinned knees
Here as if by divine call
the comforting belief
This mantle surely to be bestowed

Growth between two souls
Greatest physcian
Fixer of men
Child so sweet
Healer of hearts
Opener of eyes
Art thou savior