There is always a reason the dead die.
This one outlived or was left by the spouse,
that one gave up on life changing for good
tomorrow. But why go into all ways
the end goes so far from the beginning?
For the living there are also reasons.
One was born to reap the father’s riches,
another to make use of agony.
O! I forgot you. Also you, whom I will
speak of as Two. You never meant harm
to anyone, you lived by The Good Book,
you only spoke when spoken to . . .
Two said nothing and meant it to mean
what was said; got on with every body
hanging from the gallows or a meat hook
if living in Kansas or Chicago.
(15 May 2011)
copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander