this raw dissection's pain is not yet felt
time is too soon too full for feelings
i try to stall tomorrow prevent today
from closing down too soon too numb
to sponge-absorb the implications
too frozen cold too cold to feel
it must have been the words that chilled
no anti-freeze or antidote no cure
except inexhorable time compulsory as death
as certain as tomorrow's pain
© Rita Summers 1998