A poem written by Mikel Moore of the IRIS Art Club.
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In
Rememberance
On a sauna summer day,
I walked through an alley
of the gorilla city's cement savannah
and met the Remains of a man I once knew.
His Mirrors were shattered
and as I bent to return shards,
he offered me his remaining god:
I swigged if only to be polite
and offer my condolences.
Pillowing his backpack against garbage,
he propped his head and
slipped into sorrow unknowing.
Out of his mirrors leaked a trickle
which became a stream, a river, a deluge
as I watched his dreams wash away.
While his Hands clasped around a bottle
which only needed a nipple,
I spoke solemn eulogy and
Overwhelmed by decay's stench-
I quietly walked away.
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