What have you known?

What have you known
in your short life?

The feeling of being
outside and not in?

An object on the
mantlepiece of someone
else’s life?

What do you feel as I
look into your eyes?

A being not here but
present in disguise?

The smoke rises and so
you fall, fall down,
bow down to the god that
is the devil with a smile.

What have you known
among the use made of
you and the abuse that
follows you like a rabid dog?

What have you known in
this unique life that no
one else observed?

So now there is the still and
constant eye that has only
known hidden tears, and your
body is cold and your heart is
stopped as it always has been.

Here in this moment of finality
under a cold night light in a
suburban street.