White tongue of shame,
sit dripping on my cheek
and tell me your song of woe.
The years’ lost flow,
dark and sad,
an unbroken stream
from my ears to yours.
And wave, and wave
bent unchecked,
washing your sins and mine
into the neverwas
and the hasn’tbeen.
A leaf, a whisp,
A tear, a sign,
A sob, a moan,
A sin, a lie.