A Sonnet In Memoriam
Can’t yell out at you now for
Inflamed fights over small beer–
A yell once in months two or eight, or a year or
In smoking afternoons or hazy rings of eventides
In stinking cellars or dizzy stairs–
Verbal brawls wasted and
Now long forgotten
Now recalled in raw hurt.
The yell eternally strangled,
A promise to remain unfulfilled,
A source parched [...]