The Mournful Singer

His voice fell to craggy depths
To plumb the dead of
Their jewelry
And it soared with cloudy
Drifts
Or became a pool
To see
Oneself, shuddering
At the emotional
Wreck
Looking back
The lyrical mischief
Wound round
Life to strangle
Or comfort
Sly asides
And
Grunts and
Yelps
Pleas for help
And vocal stunts
That filled
The room
With imprecations
Of some stifled
Doom