#his grief

With my words
I’ll make rocks
weep and trees
toss down
their branches
in despair.

In its heart
each object
guards a tear
so round
and absolute
it mirrors all
the passing scene.
Those clear globes
are the souls 
of things.
I want to shatter
them. I want
to make them sing.

Gregory Orr, Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence (Copper Canyon Press, 2001)