Then that awful vacancy of

Then that awful vacancy of
weekend end-of-visits of a
child/ My youngest returns
to that other home & worn
spiels will knead/ Etiolated
limbs [her’s] gathers him in
to her/ No other voices will
curtail my silence – a wired
device underlines it all with
a too-common frequency –
as screens call loudly to me
now caulk each lonely hour