This poem must be about loneliness. As usual it goes back a few decades. It leaves me perplexed because the title has to be significant but how? It must refer to crocodile tears, false, and effectiveness, not false...Oh, well, I give up. Anyone with an interpretation of this crazy, mixed-up kid?!
I can do nothing more than catch the silence now.
You're gone like pearls dropped down
but stars cavort complacently.
They are a bitter irritant.
Wind needles me.
Although you're gone,
although I toss poetics to the wind,
strained stars are falling
and at once I start re-reading noisily
lest silence swallow me like efficacious tears and crocodiles.