Poem 25, National Poetry Month: Inversion

Inversion

A consecrated care
reaches beyond all my mothers
to this sick bed. Nothing profound
can be said of affliction.
Or if it were
I couldn’t hear—
for what heard
has been stopped up—
what sang
has stopped its singing.
I have realized no grave
depth to flaunt. One cannot
hold up inversion.

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