IN MEMORY OF SEAMUS HEANEY(1939-2013)

Death came in

to rule where

poetry had been forged,

words flowed black

no more, all

was silence,

all was nothing,

nothing.

I would write

"Sleep well", but

death is no sleep,

death is absence,

a hole in the fabric

of lives changed,

a black hole

devouring existence.

You have gone,

you are no more.

No words can reach you,

no tears can reach you,

all we have are words,

your recorded voice

as you have now fulfilled

your human destiny.

30.08.2013