Fetch Me Another Song..

the Universe
reduces me invisible and
puny..unseen by human eye..
notes in my brain of particles...
Unheard ....just die.
...it is a puerile morsel’s life

...the flimsy consequence
makes me quite molecule and ill.
a hanging thread of life
and I am hanging..slipping flesh
of dribble skin...
a nothingness

and if I think on it too much
I may hallucinate

I need another tune ...
another drum to beat...new horns to blow
another fiddle to my bow
should I become a see-thru thing
Fetch me another song...
Fetch me a song of mine to sing.

It’s all I ask of you.

Kristine Byrne 18th Jan 2010/ Revised 2013