Burger Brains

Tears

Standing out, looking up, eyes soldered shut,

mouth propped open, ears filled with sugar,

while bitter tears rake,

across the writhing face of hope.

How can this drudgery last beyond time?

Yet longing urges last beyond space,

which never gets filled, unless by rain.

Pain, lasting after endurance has left,

feels hope, which can only give tears.

Fears, for the destitute spirit, cries out

with powdered tears. Can they not cry?

Why stand in space, looking with eyes

unable to open, mouth unable to close,

withstanding laments I don't understand?

Hands clutching at the eternity lost,

groping for comfort. It is not found.

Pounding tears rake, but bitterness?

They hold no bitterness. That is seen,

with eyes that cannot look, mouth

that cannot ask. Who soldered the eyes?

The one that does not wish to see.

Why prop the mouth, to bid salt enter?

The being that does not wish to speak.

Why fill ears with sweetness of a kind,

that does not allow one to hear?

Dear, why shut yourself out of the world,

     longing sight?

          wishing to hear?

               unable to speak?

Why?

No one did this to you, yet you allowed it stay.

Many have tried to free you from . . . nothing.

You wished to find comfort from places unknown.

It was our tears, that raked your face, when you,

yourself, could not cry . . . we are at a loss.

All we can do is watch, while standing close,

looking down, eyes propped open, mouths soldered shut,

ears free, crying tears of hope . . . for you.