the wish, in love or war, for the unfinished
sentence, clear even before a decryption.
the diamond, cut, forever a fragment,
eloquent beyond its studied rough,
hopes to prolong the mutual hush
ending the sentence I do with dont
say a thing. shortly thereafter, children
need only hear their names, growled, to get it.
If you've any comments on this poem,
Zimmerman would be pleased to hear from