ELEGY

elegy trumpeted
my sadness

painted my grief
in matt black paint

or was it gloss
or was it indigo
forest green
steel gray colour
of cold Northern ocean?

so many in mourning
at your passing
so conceited
as to think my loss
beyond bitter,
intemperately special

as if I the only one
to truly know
what an incredible being
to have
here disappeared

Published by Damian Garside