Rage, rage against the lights behind my eyes which come after no and no and now and the ashes remain too long for the wind is dead
The wind is dead and the sun has turned to coal and blue like an etching by Kollowitz with sunken eyes and hands taut strung like scarecrows

“If I only had a brain”

And behind eyes shut and down Munch colors run fluid through sight and breathless, one cannot speak in sleep, cannot tell of nightmares and battles never won, never fought, too much running

And we are the hollow men, headpiece on fire from rage, rage, dowsed with gasoline and regret coming to snub like an alterboy’s golden robe

“If I only had a brain”

Humming, humming for words broken from lapis — the circus animals have deserted me too, a ringmaster with no rings, candy left laying on sawdust like cigarettes in gutters

And the clowns have packed their things and taken the elephants away — a ringmaster with no animals, acrobats (where did you learn that trick??) with hat in hand stands and give no soliloquies, breath is gone from falling

“If I only had a . . .”

“If I . . .”
“If . . .”