Let us say no more of affections at our door that flood and flit between heart and head between silence manifest and the unsaid, for those departed who live undead. 5 Let us cry voiceless forever more who know no language can heal our injured cause whose unsuccess ungladly gives us pause, whose defeat's written out in eternal law. Let us, singing, through each cherished Christmas soar 10 clear of friends and family, like a star that sees its freezing brothers from afar clinging to the deadened stems they mar. Let us in houseless nothingness implore no false civilities from our living loves 15 who what they could of giving gravely gave and gave no more.
From the collection "The Departed Friend"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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