Have you ever seen me
cry? Not just a tear, a stab of relief
of physical pain mind you,
but a river, a rolling spiky ocean,
a steady flow of information
making its way down my face.
Have you seen me cry in frustration,
over a film, a whole class once did
in senior school as Boxer
the Horse was sent down
in place of the people; I wailed then.
Did you see me shed a silent,
inexplicable tear over the death