In Memoriam

There will be no great work, no mag­num opus
No poems to line streets or glit­ter of send-offs,
No pedestals to raise this to some­thing it’s not
There shall be no chance to cel­e­brate or mourn

But to let this place heal, let bro­ken rebuild broken
Through the days, all to be heard are rus­tles of wind
As they pass me by, ye star­lit mes­sen­gers unrav­el secrets
Strip­ping away the chrysalis moment, to burn tears away

Renew­ing hope with the foun­da­tions of stone
From a dream built with­in these two hands
You deserve no good words
You are dead to me now.

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