The cancer had done its work
Skin barely covered her skeleton
No last words were heard
And what would she have said?
What speech can equal
That moment where our life ends?
To say we were people
And made judgments wise or ill
Doesn't begin to grace the monumentality
Of our effect upon history
Stirring those deep waters that run still
That was our being
A tiny ripple on the surface of time
A ripple cancelled out by other ripples
Wave interference the crime
Even in death life gets away
Slipping under our radar
Of attempted definition
So that we languish on a par
With our ancestor apes
Dumb to the wherefore and why
We gather in like umbrellas
Black and folding we cry.
© shaun patrick green 2011
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