Hubris inscribed on the necks of slaves.
*(The V-Neck has made this inscription fashionable)*
But what Deweyan fashion-statement can we adapt
For goodbye to this?
When acceptance has become the dumbest form of tolerance.
I prescribe silence
Over a goodbye.
Instead of a finer twinkle…
Or the flexing of chains
That absorb flesh like fire…
After the thought stutters a tongue wink,
Turn the eyes to focus on a peripheral observance.
The dust scattering a fog.
Trash dancing in the gutter.
Newspaper headlines mocking the perfect inside joke.
And in the morning consume stimulants.
This will take away the guilt of mute departure.
Or rather numb it.
But leave it beautiful.