Dust to Dust

In silence I sit

hearing
only

the soft whispery sound
of the keys
under their prophylactic cover
as they submit
to the weight of my fingertips

turning the
nothing
of my words
to very dark
against bright white
all light
and
the absence
of light

in their
new
enlightened state
they are
gone
unfettered
free

to be

bread
for the hungry

hope
for the lost ones

companions
for the lonely

trinkets
for the fools

drugs
for the dreamers

or just
more
cosmic waste

to settle
like dust
on the
velvet coated
shoulders
of
the poets