mourning

How do you commiserate?
condolences and silences
in appropriate measure
spread thin over the surface
of that place of yearning
grief and loss has ripped
into the fabric of our being.

Your language of mourning
searches sincerity in trite phrases.
sending empty thoughts and
faithless prayers,
and thoughtless apologies
that disguise our failures as those
of language, always inadequate.

In this rubble of babel, how do we
trace once more the lingua franca
of besieged, divided truth?

My silences lament in lavish despair
haunted by a restless dream
(or a dreamy restlessness?)
of catching “thought-trains”
that traversing through “banal
and radical terrains” might
arrive toward (if not, at) meaning.