The writer

A good story always
has to end with a tragedy.
And God wept.

A blind man writes,
and down below
earth rumbles,
hearts tremble,
fists shake.

'I'm sorry,' he says,
'I have to write: it's my job;
there is no sin,
there is no heaven,
there is no hell,
there is only you;
I am not even here:
I am
a necessity of plot.

Do not fear
as your lives are torn -
you can always
blind yourself
on love's poker;
just look away.

There is more to the story
than you know;
there could be wonder
when you go -
or  maybe not:
maybe rot.

It's in your hands;
in your eyes.'

And with this
he snubs out
the candle flame
and goes to bed
with a crying headache
in white night.