Twig

Some part of you has been lost to the earth.

Pretend
it means nothing. This has happened

so often, there is little left
to say. What love you spent on
something so small cannot have
purpose. But it will not be

this way. The cruelty
is infinite, that you cannot

mention. Listen as it cracks
under foot. Can you hear
how the world began? Watch how the sound

passes by, meant for somewhere

else—you could not
believe—it would have
been too much.