sorrow

& you’ll wake
              [alone]
    the same as you died
    the same as you were born
            in war
                the catalyst
                     was defined
             by an apocalyptic horn

 I’m sorry for
                  your
                  help
            I’m sorry
                    you were left lost
                                     somewhere/
                                          else

        They’re charging now| I think
        they may batter down the gates
            I may go unexplained
          but that piano in the darkness
                                                    plays…
  

–LM