Ritual 8 Poem by Francisco R. Albano

Every event of you that I have known
Returns to make you whole again.
Your death is merely a distant mountain
Imposing but harmless. I am well, Beloved,
Ready to pursue the good work of the people,
To help finish this war we hat so,
That all might have life, and abundantly,
Free as the wind and just as the rain.
There are new tasks and forces and strange
Arrangements without you among us. Still
Are there flowers and poems and people.
And all our martyrs are carefully honored.
I love the sky that breathed you last.
I love the earth that drank your blood.