The Departure

I

Bare feet, on dirty floor

One eye blind

Half past score

Amazed

By the quick passing

Of similar red brick houses

Coming back

To reality

With raised brows

A flood of darkness

In their eyes

And lips slightly apart

Vision of mortality

And glaring zero

In modest eyes

Emotions

By-product of imagination

And childish dreams

II

And we sing

And we dance

And make merry in the sun

While they cry

And mourn

For their dead son

We play games

They play themselves

Out

Nothing known

About their

Whereabouts.

III

So bury them

By my side

For he is my brother

As we shared

The same pain

In glorious days and nights

While you watch

In your exuberance

The departure of one more soul