Cut Off

' As flies to wanton boys, so are we to the gods,

they kill us for their sport.'
- Shakespeare, King Lear

I often lost his voice on the phone-

Bad network

Disconnect

Re-dial

Dialling

How would you even know

if I die, he used to jest.

I'd reply with silence,

it silenced him for the moment.

We hanker to buy with

bleeding bits of the heart,

The cologne of love:

Sometimes so costly

it leaves you with no heart at all.

Just a pulsating void

like the bleeding silence

at his end when I said

"I love you";

And then, (finally),

"I love you too, three, four, five..."

He loved his bike.

Faster, faster, Death cheered him on;

School kids race in the rain,

Splashing mud on me.

As the boat gently bobbed
away from the shore,
Little did I know
it had no oars.

They laid him to sleep

and threw earth over his dreams,
My cat gave birth to three
kittens that day.

Dust to dust returneth;

I to him.

Dial

Dialling

Beep beep beep.

Re-dial

Switched off

Cannot be reached

Out of coverage area

Does not exist.