In memory of my beloved son who died Jan 4, 2006

Matt's poem

The Untitled Sing Songy Masterpiece

The fish that swam are drowning
The Birds that flew are grounded.
The Hound that Bayed no longer is sounding
The poet that once wrote now is floundering.
God is nigh

The sick no longer dying
The Dead no longer lying
Angels cry.

The young one's no longer dreaming
The Aged age without perceiving
The new born no longer breathing
Devil's sigh.

Death no longer freeing
Life continues, speeding by.

Moon no longer full
The earth that shook is still
The sun that warmed is chilled
I wonder why.

Flower's no longer seeding
The Guilty no longer pleading
A heart cold no longer beating
Why Oh Why

Wind no longer raging
All the light is fading
Darkness now, in waiting

All Hero's turn to coward's
Minute's fade to hours
Weak is now improved
Fire flashes in the magicians eye.

The Human race is seething
A wound no longer bleeding
Speech spoken without meaning
Enslavement is almost freeing, revealing.

The void no longer forming
Inventors no longer toiling
The universe is unraveling
Nomadic Tribes no longer traveling
We are done, ever alone and always one.

Love, Matt