Tie-died

`

you killed a child.

grimly i do not mourn rainbows.


the weight of the world was nothing


compared to that kid on my shoulders.


small limbs, now cold


pragmatically decomposing


(perhaps cremated)


out of sight and mind.


on the grave i did not dance


that would have been irresponsible


rather i step more lightly near that space of death


shifting briefcase to the other hand


adjusting resourced tie


i breathe relieved.


your silence drove colour to extinction


i do not feel the loss,


pastels are not goal orientated.


that kid was vulnerable,


may well have made me miss my train


through his inherent unpunctuality.


i will never miss a train again,


following that wide-eyed child


down the side-streets of experience.


he died


in the silent night,


i buried him


in the early hours of the the morning,


brushed my teeth


reviewed my schedule


and got on with my day.



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