Funeral for a Father
For ''After It's Gone'' Challenge
In that brilliant Caribbean light
we took his body to a wall
(a unique burial; all
for respect and faith made right).
My mother spoke to the priest
(the language, to my ear, was Latin;
words fell and touched me like satin).
My thoughts? My concerns? The least
I could do was stay quiet
in that darkening day.
What could I say?
Not a word came (I would not try it).
No light entered my heart.
I started in shadow, and made this art.
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Kendall Defoe
Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. No AI. No Fake Work. It's all me...
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