the strange enormous night

I bow
to the quiet.
it's my new God. my new
place
of being.
another false idol
added to the list.
silence.
complete lack
of caring.
I go numb, I go black.
I drink
my own blood
and stare out at the moon.
i come into this
world
alone, and will leave
it
the same way
with no hand to hold,
no love
to say farewell to.
I bow to the quiet.
I listen to my heart,
its low
clock tick.
I hear the rattle of
my old
bones unfolding
in the corner chair.
I am in the thick of it
and ready for some end
to begin.
i'm lying low.
waiting waiting
patiently
in the long dark
of this strange enormous
night.