With sundowns of blank stares that ask of me
everything & nothing, my silence knows
Who were you before the catastrophe?’
is a question fencing in every
player on this stage, those walking shadows
with sundowns of blank stares that ask of me
‘Is this the key to that man’s masterpiece?’
those fools who really mean for it to go:
‘Who were you before the catastrophe?’
since they really want to know. Tragedy
just moves to gushing tears pity that flows
with sundowns of blank stares that ask of me
everything but the question any
one else would simply ask, shouting it out:
‘Who were you before the catastrophe‽’
The truth is I was writing it only
moments before sending to frenzied throes
with sundowns of blank stares that ask of me,
‘Who were you before the catastrophe?’