Let grief lie fallow, snug beneath burnt leaves,
Unseen, untapped, unfelt except in dreams
That leak and seep into the life we weave
And blear our eyes with smoke of things unseen.
Or - nurture grief and feed it like a weed -
And root it deep and free its fronds to spread
And curl between all future thought and need
To tangle hope in twisted knots of dread
Unleash grief upon all who venture near
So drool and slobber pool around their toes.
To mire them deep in helpless endless tears
And sucker up their deepest fears and woes.
Befriend your grief, tame it to your needs
And welcome joy of aching sweet release.