A spoken word,

the halting reproach

trained, yours,

a vault in siege,

and buried secrets,

tainted, mine,

eyes un-wet,

and the nights we met

a burden forgotten,

now to my day of toil

a twig in flight,

and the earthly bound,

one to the space,

one to the sound

I weigh in soil,

and fire to flames,

an explosion, lovelorn,

in my burial ground.