The Arp-Aidan Knight

There's a breaking of voices There's a crack that never mends It fills the vase of flowers Until they wilt and fall away I will not sing to you each evening I will not mend it just to keep Opening from closing The joyful death of what could be Burned in memory What a life that we have lived And we'll live it again A finger wrapped in cotton I'll cool it in the sea Thinking, "How could you be so stupid? You cannot cut off that part of me" Burned in memory What a life that I have lived And I'll live it again What a life that I have lived And I'll live it again