Death Walk Poem by Martin Byrne

You kept a steady pace.
A Strong look on your face.
Through the disdain they had
For your race and the lace
Which tied you back to your
Home place.
Not just the place but the emotion.
You get it when you hug
That certain someone tight
Laugh with your sober
Friends at night and bite
Into your favorite food.
When you’re in the best of moods
When you bust move
When you end a long walk
And can no longer talk
But sleep tight.