Wading into the River Ouse
The rushing water consumed you
As much as your words
Consume readers today
Your pockets full of stones
And your walk into the river
Were shocking
To a world
That doesn’t understand madness
Your shattered glass thinking
Your broken wheel rolling
Into a downhill tumble of tumbles
Was much
Too much
For anyone to bear
Delicate eggshell stepping
Never stopped the voices from waking
Each day
Voices speaking constantly
Rambling at only a mutter
Never becoming quiet
Never ceasing to silent!
Trying to survive with these echoes
These whispers in your mind
Slowly took everything
Slowly took it all!
So, sleep sweet Virginia
Rest in the heavens
Up there
Out there
Wherever eternal rest might be?
More than likely it’s somewhere over there
Where the butterflies disappear
Into the shadows of the trees
At any rate
Rest!
Your words are still read
Your work lives on
Alive on the screens of computers
On phones
Inside dust covered hardbacks
On a shelf
In someone’s collection
So, sleep sweet Virginia
Sleep!
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