Lads And Lasses Breathe No More Poem by John Sensele

Provocation about to die
Episodes of uncertainty broken
Determination daring to fly and comply
Words of wisdom spoken and unspoken
At the behest of urgency and agency
Patted on the back at a sedate pace
Calling for mercy and clemency
When the cross of the toss grows heavier and heavier
I implore God for succour
To return to Earth the Saviour
Who forgives dins and sins of the skunk sucker
Inspiring ire and fire in my backyard
Where I seethe with anger
Upon reading ages on tombstones in the graveyard
Where saplings, lads and lasses breathe no longer
Lying and sighing six feet under
Their dreams, whims and wishes torn to shreds
Missing the music of the goose and its gander
Living, loving and forgiving each other in my garden sheds.