GRIEF

To the extent

The strings of heart-lute breaks

As fingers of distress squeeze

Like the unpitched notes

Tears spill out

Through tears

Grief pours out

Without noise

Grief flows out

Grief

Liquidates itself

Via eyes

It finds its way out

Probably

Grief too must be having grief

That’s why it loosens out

Perhaps

Grief is not interested in itself

That’s why it melts out

Grief may be expecting correction

On the thing that has spoiled

Grief may be anticipating that

The heart-lute

 Will get right and tunes for peace

After it had happened

Grief has drained

The grief that has departed

Taught a lesson and disappeared