Accountability

Just read in the papers your name once more; illogical the powers which huddle unseen. You sat in my class, scholarship’s pilgrim. I recall your nascent soul, tranquil but with drive. Now, your face, a shock which scorches my eyes, Pondering your death mercifully, my spirit cries. Last year, reports of gangs front page news, three guys, a dusting of charges assault, theft, DUI’s. A battle raging. I thought at the time to call you. Would it have helped? Then last month, I read where you chose to combine drugs and murder and it landed you in prison. The essence of deceit, you found in suicide. When did you quit your search for truth? As an earthly priest discreetly I pray knowing your reward is beyond my ken. Your funeral I cannot bear. An unyielding sense of guilt shouts, "Shame!" within this teacher’s core. August 20, 2019