sounds of night traffic pulsing along urban roads have replaced warm laughter over dinner debates debates on everything but not on what defines friendship that was known and required no amendments to what constituted why we loved one another but now an emptiness a fading out into the arid landscape of time where a grave stands unattended for all those who cared are gone so this grave bearing my name will be drought-stricken no tears from those i loved
among the dead a child someone’s mother as well as loving fathers oh and grandparents too many to mention by name but you know them they were your friends neighbors and colleagues they perished well were politically sacrificed for fascist ideology and delusions of grandeur delusions unrestrained by those desiring political supremacy supremacy over duty to nation sworn duty but it seems a person’s pledge is not nearly as important as their purse
in that light death’s seen clearly choices in life replayed painful scenes lost childhood dreams now slowly reappear tears fill eyes breaths grow short
