Ferdie
blood was the rain
that made the ground of your dreams
fertile,
death was the plow that furrowed
a vision
of us here who simply watched
as you pass us by
there was something that bloomed
like the flower
under the shadow of the sun
the silence says you left
nothing
everything about you has become
unrecognizable,
there were traces but only for a while
the sea washed what footstep was
there
you left seeds, still alive, the birds of prey
black as their hearts are
took them all away
one seed grows
tall and mighty
now it is asking me what you were
what has become of you
a name that they all barely remember
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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