The Wound Of Grief Has Many Mouths Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The Wound of Grief has many Mouths
See what you miss by being dead?
You could have been drinking beer in the warm sun
You could have been singing your favourite, Country Roads
You could have been writing that book you had just started

See what you miss by being dead?
You could have found a partner to grow old with
You could have had children, watched them grow in grace
You could have faced your demons, buried them

See what you miss by being dead?
You could have opened the trapdoor of your past
You could have let the ghosts out of their cages
You could have shaken the serpents from your bones