The doctor was in error
Deep down the crab was growing
The hogweed fertile
Yes, he was forty
Is that old or young these days?
Yes, he has gone now
His boy is at school
He screamed for forty minutes
After,”Dad is dead”
Total loss, a pool
Grows larger with each tear
Stars and rainbow meet
Try to catch a tear
They are not like mercury
They can disappear.
All the tears to shed
Like an old coat we grow out of
Who will they become?
Oh,God, the birthing
A fatherless child is near
Thanks to the deep freeze
No Sylvia Plath writes.
The spaces will not lean on
Their new solitude.
See night descending
Tear sacs burst while new stars sing:
And all shall be well
How my heart sings 