Nothing Much to Say
(I)
The world seems cruel
in the face of
pain.
A suffocation of
silences.
When if we tried to
speak
we would
scream,
then we are silent.
When what we feel
fills our
throat
then we are
silent.
When what we should
feel
is not what we
do feel,
then we are
silent.
When we don't feel
and we don't
know how
then we are
silent.
People die curled around
their pain
unable to say
what hurts.
We cannot find the
words
to make it
right.
Helpless to help,
we turn away.
Nothing much to say...
(II)
When an artist dies
what can you
say
to equal the
art
that's gone
out of the world?
(III)
Rub someone's
shoulders.
Drink gingerale. Eat
pizza.
Make more art.
What else can you do?
In honor of Boyd McLaughlin 11/3/95
And all of the others. 10/20/97
Anitra Freeman
This page has been created as a memorial to all people who have died while
homeless, faceless and invisible.
If you visit this page, please take a moment to pray, in whatever your
own faith or ceremony,
that no-one will ever die homeless again.
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