Elegy: The Boy
The instant we learned how not to cry
suggested the great Leonard Michaels
somebody else began
growing inside us, a lengthening
shade, nameless
mourner:
the one
to whom from that point on
we’d delegate all pain,
but I have woken up from him.
Traveling, each one alone, toward
the beginning’s
finister Finisterre —
toward the before it all happened,
the Reunion;
the forgiving.
-Franz Wright God’s Silence
