On the Decline of heartbeats and

The light is out
and after the dark, what’s next?

are you answering voices too?
is your message a broken mir-

ror of decked feelings
that hold the truth’s floor?

The heart declines sin
yet! Those hands are on the scene.

another darkness beholds God
as water with memories

sometimes—
as fingers with glue

so in this cackling wind
let’s bake fire from your lips

while you lick broken words written,
as tattoos of a poem recited late.

Ruddapoet