Sorry To Forget Paul Mooney
Death, why so quiet?
How can a mountain be moved without rumbling?
Has the snow been redirected?
Did the breeze whistle through the branches and the leaves?
Did the wind wail a trumpet at the loss?
How could words echoed in my visions come from a stone?
Where are the stomping tantrums of theft?
A life is now a death
Why did I forget to mourn you?
Why did I not go searching for your last thought, words to resurrect?
Where do I go now when they beat down on my back and tell me it soothes?
Who will tell the truth?
It won't be me, it had to be you
Copyright © Te Indi | Year Posted 2021
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