Then Human

then human
or so wanting
of broken moments remains
erased in a cruel instant
then when the light comes final
too late to see the reaching hand
touch the racing heart
or me then more
or less human retreats invisible
you certain of one thing know
I cannot hold a candle
in this flickering light
a window opens curtains whisper sins extinguished
with barely moon or star or
ghostly birds dreamt
I know what I have become
it is not me chanting loudly
a maddeningly oblivious apparition
a lurking monster
or poor excuse
for one
then un-
deserving
human
again

jppestana
Then Human
4.26.2020