Your blood congealed and dried up 38 years ago
My heart’s been bleeding ever since
There are no stains left to mark where you fell
Just a handful of shadowed souls
Who mourn forlornly, evermore
Remembering your meteoric presence
Brilliance of a caustic wit
Depth of your great soul
Cut short
Cut down
In a moment’s violence
Your suffering was brief
Ours continues
My old and unaged friend
I water your grave with my tears
Like you misted your boston ferns
Moistly spreading such care
Freshening each desiccated frond
With love
David Trudel © 2012
