Ophelia

Under a dread knot

Petalled and finite

She lay against antipathy

Ruby lips sworn to silence

Like tenderness undone

Being had become this

An underdone sentiment

Finally her cry had sounded

Bound by the limits

Of a voice constricted

For being

She had said

Now swooning on blue

The still silent song

Became another buoyant

Sound beyond the black

I bend here unlike her

In mere living

And look upon the wind

And look upon the blue

For Ophelia I am black