Drowning Memories

For you again
my river eyes:
over the banks
your memories
overflow the sob plains
my cheeks,
half-masted lids
stream thoughted,
unthroated scream
a murmur on salted lip corner

I can not stand
nor swim away.
A waterfall would
swallow me
if ever I would sleep
to see you drown
beyond entreaties

I told them
the heavens

Help her.

—Douglas Gilbert

Books by Douglas Gilbert