Dead And Gone

• Caitlin Nettlefold
• Poetry
• 2009

With open arms he flies with grace,
A creature so yet unknown,
He calls with pain as old as time,
And knows no such home.
he knows he can not let go,
Of all that he has lived.
He screams and falls from the sky,
A creature not yet outlived.

As I watch from above and cry,
I know he will not return.
Death waits in the smallest corners,
For those with no concern.
Light shines through his blood,
And through hid bone.
But his heart stops dead,
As dead as stone.

Written by Caitlin Nettlefold

For my dear "brother" Richard Goodwin,
May we remember you always.