It’s affected more
Than I bargained for;
My brother’s death
He’s still here, of course,
On Facebook; a ghost
Among the living host
Of ‘Friends’
And sometimes I’ll post a post
Political or satirical
And without thinking, think,
“Linz will ‘Like’ that” ..
But, No …. He doesn’t
And never will.
Half a world away and Covid-constrained
I missed the pouring of his dust
Into the sea, so much the lust of his life,
Now the lust of his death.
But when I close my eyes, I see
The flames charcoaling me
As the bones of his cheeks
Morph into mine.
Aye, there’s the true rub.
For the dead leave death behind
For the living then to find
And place in special corners of the mind
To visit and revisit
In grief entwined
Mourning for the passing yet to come.
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