HeARTACHe
For Kiki Dimoula
Heartaches lift up
the structure of internal loneliness
with its heavy stones of dead passion
cornerstones of bereavement and
all other material of the stonemason time.
each ache becomes an adult, matures
till it shyly reaches the one next to it
and they co-build the palace of suffering
with windows open to the old landscape
to the tree that feeds its birds
with silence and fire.
Heartaches have their hierarchy
when they put together
the prison of fleeting love
the fish tank of age
the bastion of mindless fear;
they work obeying the boss:
death and his helper sickness.
And they have almost finished their job!
The warehouse of lust is empty
the bank of logic has been robbed
the chest of absurd hope has been ravaged.
You can still hear
the crawl of the last touch
and the hammering of the last nail
before it’s ready to be delivered to its owner:
the misery palazzo of survival
that all the heartaches
have put together
with such compassion.
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