Sunday, March 20, 2016
R.I.P. Jeff
Is this the new gravesite?
The new roadside shrine?
A corner of cyberspace in binary scribed?
Is this the place
That will collect
Open and receive
Our tears
And our anger
Bewildered silence
Our spat curses
And spilled beers?
Again one of us has been taken
Unannounced and too soon
And we rail
And we keen
In perfect futility,
Until we feel
We have protested enough
To the cold unfeeling universe.
There is no answer in grief.
No solution.
No balm.
Only a slowly filling emptiness
Hungry for the sediment of life’s
Continued erosion
And gouged deep
By this final
And terrible
Goodbye.
