Murderer

You have murdered
my friend
and little by little
you are now
murdering
me.

I am not
right-handed.
You have already
murdered
my left hand.

You have murdered
laughter, eaten
my tongue.

You have murdered
feelings, stolen
the empty spaces
in my mind.

You leave me
only numbness,
cold despair,
icebergs from
the drowned republics
lapping round my feet.

And
last of all
I am a stone.
You heated me.
You froze me.
Naturally, I shattered.

My mother,
the earth,
will never forgive you.

Dennis List