Before the gravestone
by Vera Spitz

Was the world just an awful and dangerous place
where you needed to lie to stay alive?
Were you constantly beaten and used as a target
by others in their own quest to survive?

It's rumored that some bloody survival fights
are sometimes the regional norms.
I'd just never considered I'd meet a victim
of those unimaginably lethal storms.

There was no way for you to know the ways of peace -
for you - this bordered on surreal Mythology.
It was never used in the school of life you knew,
and for this you deserve an apology.

For what little of life was permitted to you,
where kindness and light had no weight,
may the afterlife hold mild consolation for you -
albeit acknowledged - much too little too late.

Copyright © 2007 - Vera Spitz
Published: 9/20/07   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem