Lost Treasure

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    I wrote this poem when my foster son was killed by his drunken mother when she came to visit him.

    Lost Treasure

    A shovel strikes a mound of dirt

    Earth sifts into the void.

    A gray box lies still within

    Tears rush unchecked, emptiness.

    No primitive rite can undo

    The horror. Breathing fires new

    Pain. There is no forgiveness.

    A shovel strikes a mound of dirt,

    Earth sifts into the void.

    An excuse was made, pale solace

    No harm was meant, no hurt intended,

    Yet unlike Lazarus, no life returns.

    Our lament remains unanswered.

    Deaths knell resounds, endlessly.

    A shovel strikes a mound of dirt,

    Earth sifts into the void.

    Bloodless rage flows through me.

    Damn the drunken tour.

    The music silent, the laughter

    Stilled, loneliness grows root.

    No punishment will repay me.

    A shovel strikes a mound of dirt.

    Earth sifts into the void.

    Extinguishing the light of my world.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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