Grief

The knot of grief comes undone
like shoe laces
on his scuffed, school shoes
and the wound tightening, throbs
through scabbed knees
and summers long since gone
-and beyond the river beds
the lost dew of morning's tears
still remain in this undoing undone.

Grief
Pebbles drumming in tin buckets that cannot contain
the world in his smile
his hopeful heart
his paper thin skin
Unravels itself through sinew
speaks of Northern lights and frozen tundra
with the mouth
- a wound unhealed
and
the heart -
a crumpled sheet of paper
writing itself letters no-one can read
words etched through blood
From cuts that can’t bleed.