April (Inspired by The Wasteland...and Real Events in My April)

"April is the cruelest month"
breaking new holes
and filling old ones
screaming loudly and open
randrops heavy and
stone
cold withered scabs
open windows
thrown blankets
boxes packed with books and moth letters
eyes alert in dark mornings
shifting, searching, mourning.
Curtains aback
light stinging, scorching,
burning, killing, ripping,
and opening
to bandaid
to purge
wreckage cleared spotless.
absent you
farewell,
i say
adieu.