Elegy For Brim, A Neighbour Poem by james kennett

Elegy for Brim

Shall I write this
with my head on the floor?

The door outside mine
is where we first met..

and yet the gap now between us
is the visible and the invisible;

the heard; the felt
and the silent and the dumb;

Yet he didn’t stir
when I put my music on

nor did he wince
when things weren’t done


-Yet now he is gone.
o where is the sense in that? ...

where he is gone
when we’re pressed upon.