Monday, July 11, 2005

Peter Moerlands RIP

He is dead and they burned him today
after showing photos of a beautiful life
hidden from view
from all but the lucky few.
No more chats in the lane,
racking our brains
to find solutions
or even just to remember old names,
or faces or places
where we both might have been
and will never return together.
The weather was fine
on this warm spring day,
looking away
from the box where he no longer lay
and saying goodbye to a man
who can no longer be my friend.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's great to read this poem written for my dear brother.