I slide you around my wrist each morning.
I bite my lip, but I know nothing of mourning.
Some woman's baby once--you're faceless to me,
There's too much that parts you from the life that I lead.
My Daddy had only just learned to drive cars;
Mama's face would not debut his eyes for eight years.
Their kiss still unborn and already you're gone.
I now know your name; it haunts me--the live one.
My captain! Oh captain!
How did it happen?
That rancid wind drawn through a crack carried you
Too far from this corner--to a rank solitude.
When was your last smile? Were you bitter or sweet?
Did you run from their cries? Were you your brothers' keeper?
Did you know you were lost? Were there tears in your eyes?
Or were they too full, reflecting the skies...