There’s a knock on the door but it’s only silence
I think name, rank, serial number,
what I did with all those days in my time trust,
how much love I murdered by slamming down the phone,
how many ideas I flushed away in fear,
what words I had for the person across the table,
how much shame I swallowed to keep the peace,
how much I lost when the sun came to sit with me
on balcony confessionals and I refused to feel
There’s another knock and I invite him to come in
Whomever he is, I want it to be over, to do
whatever gruesome business he’s been hired to do.