A poem for Anna, from the series Poems of Death and Grief, whose loss saddened and devastated us all. Rest in peace our dear friend.
Five sat around the table
eating ice cream and apple pie
but in between the laughter
and the sips of wine
silence fell and talked so loud
with all the words we left unsaid.
Once, the road seemed so long
a new adventure in each twist and every turn
city walls with iron doors
with parapets and citadels to burn.
Soldiers of the revolution
we stormed the rusty gates
Che posters in all the bedsits
Afghan coats and silver bells.
How short the road is now.
The old walls still standing strong
our wrecked and ruined armies
lying in tatters at the city doors.
Four sit around the table
eating ice cream and apple pie
but in between the laughter
and the sips of wine
silence falls and talks so loud
with all the words we leave unsaid.
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