Being-4. Not To Be Poem by Mary Mc Creath

The loss of any life,
is felt by those
who still have this
gift that they
do not possess.

They wonder about the life
that is no more.
a flower, an insect, an animal.
a star, a planet a person.

Where has its essence gone,
the uniqueness that
the entity did possess
and brought to life
and lived?

Where have all the essences gone?
Who took them?
Where have they been put?
What has become of them?

Written in 2012