and I remember standing silently
in numb surprise
with many others in
assembly by the dirt
that fell like tears
upon the casket drizzling rain
and wondering
should I succumb to guilt,
or was there really nothing
that a friend here could have done?
|
[and who'll pick up the pieces,
who would try,
who will remember,
who'll lament
a fawn's cry
all alone -
if no one heard her
did she make a sound?] |