The silence of his passing

hangs in the air like a gallows rope

a web on which spiders of sadness

will search each thread

that links their deeply painful influences

to each coming day of my future

how can my thoughts clasp hope and happiness

when between my eventual death and his this night

are the unrelenting damagings of irremovable memory

that my mind will continuously be going into

 

my life and its everythings are sentenced to become

his undying elegy