matter

[tom.d.stiller]

matter

dark matter doesn't matter
queens of hearts don't matter
matters of fact don't matter
these hands i held
matter

england's rose doesn't matter
the singer and the president don't matter
lilacs that last in the dooryard bloomed don't matter
these hands
they matter

these three inch hands
unarmed
a crust of blood and sand
where once there was a wrist
these hands i held
matter

and i'll never walk down the royal mile again
to roll my eggs on arthur's seat

stars don't matter
stripes don't matter
the twilight of the gods doesn't matter
just the hands
matter

my heart doesn't matter
my tears don't matter
the words of this poem don't matter
but these hands
matter

these two left hands i held
(one still holds the dyed
blue linen fabric of a dress)
now but decaying
matter
matter


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Witty Owl, I know you weren't inferring plagiarism. Thanks for the compliment on the poem.
I felt I had to change it, though, because there was some asymmetry I didn't really like.

Tom

[witty_owl]

Tom, I think it was worth the effort to rewrite it.

Cheers,