Death And 'No' Remorse For 'Any' Poem by James McLain

Death and no Remorse for Any;
Never once where Doubt is spread.
Never were you such a deceiver as now.
And once finite does each window show it.
I sift off hope and wade through memories.
I watch two small stones roll down the hill again.
Even the dog lays down in sleep, just as it's witness.
God was as abundant and likened too each drop
of water,
I wait as you count them empty too use that ocean
so that you may drink your fill,
and now after the desert fills your cup with sand,
and I wash it.
and did it not feel better when it was more abundant.


There,
here is my great blue eye,
I mine, hers, now his
and as each is passed by,
the next may be long in coming.