Grey Erasure
D.H. Phillips
See me
My brain is black
My face is blurred
My speech inept
My fingers ache
For anything today
Calm but afraid
Something’s out to get me
I’ll get away
Sea change
My nothingness
My skewed heart
My never peace
My greyed out
My gritted teeth away
Cough the reason bleed the heathen
Watch the breathing cease from being
No forgiving, know the feeling
Now you’re giving and receiving
Teacher teacher how should I leave you
In the ground or in the tree
Can you see me do you believe me
Watch you neatly lie beneath me