You

you...

you are the poem

in the woods

that no one could write

so you fell

upon deaf ears

and silenced periods

doleful

fragmented prophet-less paraphrases

laying open ended

coma-ed commas

malpracticed lullabies

suture black and blue veins

pumping saline salutations

penned revelations

and you die slow

perish in parchmental maybe’s

respirated only by the margins

opposed non-fiction

pushing through rigor

you...

you are the poem

no one could write

so, you’re scribbled

scratched out to the fine print

the undisclosed closure of the masses

loose leaf bound

leatherette lies of the moment

unbroken spine

relation undefined

trading life lines

for time lines

on living walls

of mundane hashtags

pounded

ground into recycled carbon data

mined to millions served

you...

you are the poem

no one could write

toe-tagged in albums

long forgotten

algorithm permitting

they poke

or click “like”

sharing a part of you

they never cared to know

instead of quilling

breath to amity