It fades there;

Engraved forever in cracked marble

A line or two:

Spelling out the syllables of your name

You lie beneath; unseen

But we feel your presence

In the broken threads

Of fettered fate:

Lost ideals in a wearied world

Wisps of silence spread

Throughout; Septic sobs

Hiccupping from numbed minds

Venting pain, anger, sorrow

Imagined chuckles rip seams

From the badly patched

Tapestry of re-woven life:

You, my child, are long gone.

A victim of a failed system,

Forever lost, forever remembered

And we falter, reminded of you

In every simplicity of daily life