rilk

i am to give you up entirely
and head over to my only
source of hope

who else reads the prolegomena?
the others the only show that they do
shout spout mouthful of
regurgitating fools,

i gloat while i float
he blooms while he grooms

at the cafe
after our morning ritual of
oversized donuts and simmered down tea
we spoke of the elusive country
and the beheading of our sons to be.

rendra?
suspend him
his ghost lingers in the air
the great seer
in us he sees nothing
but the discards of a
tortured soul