NeverMore sings its Poe song
in the first light of mourning’s match.
I should cry, but my eyes are dry.
A broken, broad chest lies in satin oak.
Karma waited until the right wheels
could squash a reign of terror.
My heart aches for my grieving father,
but I am a daughter feeling relief
arms stilled by death can no longer reach.
Still stitched to the breath of a victim’s lung
I hear NeverMore speak,
“Freedom will guide you through the unraveling.”
©Susie Clevenger 2016