March 3rd, 2009
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Ashlee Conway
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Poetry
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2009
On the night of March 2nd, 2009, Andrew Mulligan passed away. Not only was Mully a face and a name whose death shocked the whole community, he was a wonderful human being: perfect grades, vice captain, ochestra, debating champ, brother, lover, friend. The mourning that followed on the morning of the 3rd was astromical in size and strength. Mully, you will never grow old, you will always be the shining pillar of our school and of our hearts, and you will never be forgotten.
Rest in peace Andrew Mulligan 1991 - March 2nd, 2009
In all seventeen of our natural years
Had never seen such pain.
To think that 3 o'clock the day before she high-fived him,
He saw him laughing in his seat.
But at 7am on March the third,
His life ended
To us.
We stood around the greeting space and watched
As one by one we took the shock.
A girl he left,
Sixty-five or more years away,
Not as harsh a rock as the one who sat beside him and laughed in class
Or the hand that clapped his at 3 o'clock
Or the thought that we knew the name
For all of his seventeen natural years.
The schoolgirls weren't the worst of sounds;
It's the sound in the skull, the thumping thought
That you'll never see him return
To this spot.
The sight of rain made us think
There must be something wrong with the world, or what was this?
The greyest day in all the drought:
The tremours of the human cries
And the screaming wind blocked half the sound.