Of No Affect

It's a word we've long lost

For obliterated they
its home

That place of passion,
now a heap of devastation;
its hearth buried
distantly...

below everything
that squirms

the flesh has become
a motionless stone
that will not answer

Utter what you may,
nothing can evoke
a flicker of action

from that now firmly grounded

Etch your discontent
Tickle her with hope
She will not respond

Fiery zeal shall not awaken,
nor tears of compassion
rejuvenate a single seed

Your anger and hate
will only serve to embalm
the lifeless corpse that was