is the question really necessary

must you know
if time stops
for your misplaced heart,
the tissue torn from the gift

must you know if time
stops
for the woman being murdered
the man who lost his wife
and the child who will forget his mother

the blood running down the
cold street
cold blood
cold time

you know it hurts
you know it does not
matter if you breathe
you talk
you live
you die

time has no use of you

so cry
what does it matter
so curse
who will hear
so die
who will notice

i noticed that
you aren’t here

your stare is gone

your mouth is numb
and i know there is no use
i know that time
will continue its death march

but where are you

behind the blackness of your pupil

behind the coldness of your lips

behind the hardness of your face

fortress without doors

i have no map
and
time
is
no
light
so where shall i look

i know when we tear our bodies away
there will be a little piece
of you stuck on me
but time does not care
and so slowly it
will
peel
off.