Written 4/3/08 A friend of a friend died very suddenly, and very senselessly.  Death always shakes me, and I wrote this with my friend in mind, because of the void that was created.  



Your body shakes

a palsy of fear

eyes covered by horrified hands

mouth agape

you scream at what you’ve seen:

a world of nonsense, cruelty and chaos

dictated by capricious gods-

they place wagers on lives,

gambling for clothes they take from

the condemned

Ichabod, they say,

the glory has departed.

No, you say,

the glory never was.


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