THE STARS HAVE GROWN...
The stars have grown
stale, hardened, like gum
stuck under
the sky's dark
school desk
the only way
to write about the dead
is to use a pen without ink
and in the silence
sometimes you hear your own heart
pecking at nothing, as if
it were food
while the clock hands move through
the day like cutlery through a meal
Jason Heroux
