Kaddish

The dead can’t talk to us

tell us of their fear,

your love is waiting

at the field gate

head in hands

waiting for your voice.

You can’t help her

hold her in the night

whisper words you want

to say, you meant to say

back then that fateful day

the last day you were together.

The dead can’t speak

tell us how the light

went out

the time they’re owed:

we watch sunrise pink

over hill & dale

listen to the lonely cry

where are you now,

where are you now?

Why did you go

& leave me?