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The Barb

4/3/2019

 

Your energy disperses with
    The death which has occurred
As you become a kind of myth,
    A subject for the word,

As even now my verses try
    To carry you across
Upon the breath of memory
    That constitutes my loss.

They build a structure in your wake,
    A kind of shadow semblance,
But what has caused my heart to break
    Arcane before it trembles.

If I might tap your spirit while
    I sleep, or wake, or walk,
Then I with death might reconcile
    As with myself I talk.

I fear the final reckoning
    When I am called to falter,
But since I cannot fix the sting
    My course I will not alter.

A death but augurs one more death
    Or many more besides,
But with your name upon my breath
    It hardly woe betides.


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