September

Keep me undefined
And the truth will rise
From the rawness of my soliloquies
They vanquished my heart
What victory is it to acquire organs of a dead?
You left it beating in the sewers of your indifference
Now you come to cradle it when there is no sound
September rises every year
It shall for many years
But where will it go when I cease to exist?
My September is lost
Is yours?

21-Sept-2006