Poem - After Sally
It isn't death that pains me. That's just moving house
Though I thank Kwannon for the gift of pain killers.
It's the fact that life, the world,
The familiar and the unknown
Are so startling, unique and improbable
So brutally gentle
Mundanely, repetitively poignant
Yet many people hurtle towards death
So busy fleeing their own shadow
Chasing their own tail
Freely and independently focussing on today's news
Parroting the media's current theme
That they'll never notice
Yet Sally did.
Sally
27 July 1994 - 17 October 2006
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