Krikor N. Der Hohannesian: THE BEARER

There is always one

the anointed one

the bearer of the sadness

and you can’t remember

how it came to be

or why you, not yet of age,

were chosen.


With no forewarning

it sneaks through a side door

in any number of disguises -

a nod

a touch

a word

a sidelong look

weighty silences

and yes, sometimes,

even a smile

wry at the edges,

knowing.


This unpublished poem appears courtesy of the author, Krikor N. Der Hovannesian.