Glass that glistens in sunlight
a container, four corners squared
sitting firm on a table
Yet small to palm into a hand

I passed you on the street
Dog tethered with blue string
A hand out, with a voicing
We forgot your name
I walked passed
And placed my thoughts into this bottle

Glass casts shadows in moonlight
Ticking hours from the clock
Four corners with a pinnacle neck
I wonder will you fit in my pocket

I read about you on the news page
You were beaten and sedated
With the care that comes with ages
I could picture your name
I turned to the sport
To reduce despair into this bottle

Glass feels cold left alone here
spirit seeps
where the top fits
I look away from a distance

Your hands held up
Guns were firing
As a tractored car was shouting
someone fell, someone dying
I tried to block out all the names
The remote found cartoons
You were laid to rest inside this bottle

Glass marks the time
as the world fills
Each absent space, this container
And with a pen I drew the label
Hemlock