Unresolved Chorus

• Cayley Ferguson, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2022

And when we die, they will find, us, hands entwined, fingers interlaced
Our bodies still as our minds search for that eternal resting place
They will find us with our unresolved chorus, see the lines of salt framing our faces from long dried tears
They will find us and be reminded of bitter-sweet memories, hear the return of an echo, forgotten for years.

They will find our rotting corpses and in grief or guilt call off their soldiers,
Tear their eyes from this war-torn world to the broken bodies of their son and daughter
And end this needless, ceaseless slaughter
...at least for a while.

Because only the morbid truth will address, their consistent, habitual, ruthlessness
Until their memories fade like old photographs
And the tinkling of bells no longer reminds them of the sound of my laugh
They will forget how they found us, still smiling, still together, though nothing went to plan
And how they found us, rings bound to our fingers, next to the altar where our lives began
Because just as the sun will forever rise in the east. And never fail to set in the west.
We will continue to be at peace. And armour will once again cover their chests,
As they head straight back to war.