I will not answer

ringing phones

–milestones

to tell me

someone’s born

or someone’s died

someone’s going thru hell–

see: I’ve gone

that route

I’ve talked that line

I’ve keened I’ve wailed I’ve wept

to what reprise

to what recourse

to what endured effect?

No, keep your phones

your

milling

stones…

–your drama far from me

then at Depart

I’ll have head start

on aching memory.

©Karen Robiscoe