Message Poem by Sue Hardy-Dawson for NPD

Liz Brownlee ♦ October 6, 2016 ♦ Leave a comment

Dear Tiger,

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though you are long gone to your Tiger god

I remember your eyes melting forest

your hot ghost of branch and flame walking soft

leaving no trace, no echoes when you left

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And Elephant

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how could we forget your grey gentleness

and you, the last, could not bury your dead

so many tears how were you not blessed

with no hearts? Better for you we’d not met

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To all lost things big and small

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that we walk on without knowing and those

we take as our right; each night I lay still

hoping I will never need to write this

just as a small child prays

– don’t let it be true

           – don’t let it be true

……….– don’t let it be true

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© Sue-Hardy-Dawson