Lou J. Klaiber

CANTO 1: A POEM OF SADNESS IN MEMORY OF TERESA

My voice cannot bury the dead.

The wind has grown so old,
and Night can no longer hold
the Moon.

I cry out,
Teresa,

yet it does not matter
that I live
or die.

I have forgotten the rain
that fell from our eyes,

Teresa.

It matters not what I held
long ago,
as long as we danced,

Teresa.

Time has fallen like rain
upon the rooftops
of our lives.

You
and I
have no shelter anymore,

and the rain fills the eaves
and spills all our hopes and dreams

as tears of darkness.

My matches spark,
and die.

My cigarette falls away.

Teresa!

All my Brothers are gone!

There are no heroes anymore.

The fire is gone.

Wait for us my friend… there
on the other side.

let us walk the mountains
and call them… Home.