I've featured Kevin Young before, but I chose him again today because when he was grieving the loss of his father he compiled an anthology of poetry called The Art of Losing: Poems of Grief and Healing. Since the Wayne Township community is grieving the loss of two young lives today, I wanted to share a poem of his again. May poetry be a source of small comfort during this heavy time.
Eulogy
by Kevin Young
To allow silence
To admit it in us
always moving
Just past
senses, the darkness
What swallows us
and we live amongst
What lives amongst us
*
These grim anchors
That brief sanctity
the sea
Cast quite far
when you seek
—in your hats black
and kerchiefs—
to bury me
*
Do not weep
but once, and a long
time then
Thereafter eat till
your stomach spills over
No more! you’ll cry
too full for your eyes
to leak
*
The words will wait
*
Place me in a plain
pine box I have been
for years building
It is splinters
not silver
It is filled of hair
*
Even the tongues
of bells shall still
*
You who will bear
my body along
Spirit me into the six
Do not startle
at its lack of weight
How light
Read, listen, share, create, and be on watch.
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