Silence in his Wake
(a poem from Itachi's viewpoint)
The dawn has died…
such solemn distance between I
and that burnished leaf,
squandered and sullied,
crushed among copper drifts-
a tawny growth meandering out of season…
but your opinion is contrived,
little brother.
It would amuse me
had I a heart left to amuse, yet
apathy makes haste to shake hands
with impossibility,
a misconsideration;
this insipidity is detractive.
Despite your solipsistic protestation,
you are not the only one
cocooned by this kaleidoscope…
an unimpressionable encounter
left to wane; yet I feel nothing
in the wake of my departure.