He was just there,
And now he’s gone?
Life fractured on a Sunday afternoon.
I heard the crackle.
It was absurd how he lay there
Like a child’s spilled cup.
He was just there,
And now he’s gone?
Jesus, I don’t know what, but
please.
A heap of shale,
A cumulus of splinters.
A requiem of pottery and ash.
I have some questions.
It was kindless how he lay there
And no one got him up.
He was just there,
And now he’s gone?
Jesus, I don’t know what, but
please.
