For A Friend Who Is Dying

Even though oceans
have been charted
mountaintops marked
there are no words
for your pain.
All the stratosphere
of heaven climbed yet
there is no course
through human sorrow.
Every muscle counted
and every bone but
no formula was written
for your grief.
In languages of
languages chromosomes
numbered named. What
can be said to your
sorrow, your pain?