Gaia, Explaining To The Dead

What you weren’t,
someone was. I guarantee
this. What you could not,
did not do, someone did.
What you never heard
was heard. What you
never tasted lasted long
on another tongue; that is
my nature, the nature of Gaia:
all is embedded somewhere in me.
Even the worst of occurrences
had its place, no matter how pained
or indifferent you were to learn
of them and what they did to me.
You were a piece of both the bad
and the good and until I go,
long from now, I will hold
a place for you in my soil,
my water, my skin, and my breath.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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