K.E Roney: "Letter to Yeats"

There is trouble in the streets

for the old reasons.

The Muse doesn't answer.

Knock and she sends us brown bread,

wine that misses the thirst,

return postage

for countries that do not exist anymore.

We do not cross over

we do not cross

we do not ask who is living there

or the dead either.

The image of nothing is nothing.

I am hungry where the stars are

when the stars send down an old leaf.

And the man who has nowhere to go

remembers everything dead before him.

(prior credit to Montana Gothic)