Free At Last Poem by Justin Houseman

Free At Last



The lamps go dim, the lamps go dim,
Drawing light from every limb,
Till the skin draws tight and limp, and
The bones begin to creak.

I hold the world in a tight fist,
Ready to crumble it to dust,
Smelling must from crust. I must, I must.

Mama cries for memories, and
Daddy aches from work, and
Sister screams for both.

Grandma, Grandma, can you hear me now?
I know you cannot speak. It hurts me,
Just to know. But Grandpa won’t stop.

Do not answer, do not answer.
I don’t need your sweet reply.
But you die.

Oh, you died, you died.

I wept for the memories, and I ached.
How I ached for the memories, and I worked
To know them all.

HIC IACET MAGNA MATER.
TERRA IACEAT LAEVITER SUPER ANIMUM.

Now we are free.
We will see you again,
But not yet. Not yet.

Life is calling.

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