Sunday, December 23, 2007

An Apology to a Boy that Died

Youth is possibility.
You feared what might have been
And you trusted me.
Approaching, you knew what should happen
You knew what could happen.
And when you explained yourself
You knew what would happen, would happen.

Age is probability.
You didn’t know my battle.
And you’d trusted me.
Approaching, I knew what should happen.
I knew what could happen.
And when they attacked me
I knew what would happen, would happen.

You didn’t know they hated me.
That you were less important
Than their bitter plan.
You trusted me, as you should.
But didn’t know
What drove them.
What they could.
What they would.

Authority is responsibility.
You knew I would tell.
And you trusted me.
Approaching, I knew what would happen.
I knew what should happen.
And when they ignored me
I knew what would happen, would happen

You didn’t know they hated me.
That you were less important
Than their bitter plan.
You trusted me, as you should.
But didn’t know
What drove them.
What they could.
What they would.

Death is certainty.
You didn’t know your fate.
And you’d trusted me.
Approaching, I knew what had happened.
I knew what would happen.
And then you died.
I knew what would happen, would happen.

No comments: