A reason for winter

touch the dead
only the men and women
not the children
leave them as they fell
ideas fit for a pocket
ideal
carried close
reminders that good exists
in their absence
evil exists as well

on paper blocks
legacies are set alight
on wings of smokeing ghosts
the pure fold upward
vapor
gone
their purpose
simple
so we recognize their absence
and move on


Michael Lorne Leard