Remembrance Song


1.

Words said,
shift air
as thoughts nailed
to the sail
of breath unheld,

and are dying
unfolding
and gone
as the sound goes.

Listen.

2.

On an oud
a gut of string
is plucked,
Its deep pitch
thrumming the air.

This is me,
it sings, the string
holding
in its cry,
It’s burst of life.

Listen here too.

3.

A sound celebration
of existence,
and each subsidence
fading, fading further
gives consciousness a chance
to dwell on substance
and it’s passing.

4.

So we, in time,
marking time
with memory
let the ghosts echo
in a gaseous
remembering.

And as with sound,
as with things
so with people too,
until it comes,
the forgetting.

5.

Never stop listening for the Dead.

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