The Happiness

    There's a happiness， a joy

    in one soul， that's been

    buried alive in everyone

    and forgotten.

    It isn't your barroom joke

    or tender， intimate humor

    or affections of friendliness

    or big， bright pun.

    They're the surviving survivors

    of what happened when happiness

    was buried alive， when

    it no longer looked out

    of today's eyes， and doesn't

    even manifest when one

    of us dies， we just walk away

    from everything， alone

    with what's left of us，

    going on being human beings

    without being human，

    without that happiness.