In Loving Memory of Kindness

The death of Kindness released a mournful dirge that echoed far and wide.

Its fractured body became the moon, which showed in pieces, jaggedly out of reach.

Still, my soul, released from the cage within the echo of its grasp, was pierced with sorrow,

and retained the stigmata of its presence.

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Sent back the way it came, no matter its origin,

Memory forever enshrined in hearts and a box of pine, together with hope.

No longer rely on mercy to be shown in life,

Take the boat across the way, to the far shore,

Hoping the weight of injustice doesn’t sink it.

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When present, Kindness never failed to encourage the weak and strong alike,

Rendered food to the hungry,

Comforted the sick,

Helped the lost find their way,

And now, as I stand over its open casket,

Before the lid is closed entirely,

I gaze upon its face,

Wishing I had contributed more to it in life.

Since monetary transactions leave the soul barren.