Monday, May 12

IT TOO REMAINS

You’ve gone. I mean you’re gone. You didn’t 
               have a say. 
I don’t believe you’re anywhere and 
               while they pray 

I picture you. The images push 
               forward one 
to stand for all the rest, and when that’s 
               sort of done 

a voice arrives, a tone of voice, a 
               certain note 
I almost hear, can almost manage 
               in this throat. 

And as of now that’s that and all I 
             feel is true 
is you’re at peace. Whatever soul they’re 
              chanting to 

once had a voice and face I gave it 
            and it too 
remains at peace, only it’s now at 
            peace with you.

(Glyn Maxwell)