Erasure
The news of the death
broke down the barriers of endurance.
I lacked the
patience to represent that degree of grief:
wretched mother
at last transformed into a rock.
The impact,
the hot alarm of the soul—
my senses
subtle fire,
my ears,
both eyes
the body weighed down
by the surprise—
such an excess
of human frailty.
[Note: This is an erasure of Michel de Montaigne’s essay “Of Sadness.”]