Shadows (On The Death Of A Cousin) Poem by Goodnews mememugh Karibo

Shadows led by disturbed winds sail and sail
as though geared by a gonged thunder;

As the irked earth mix with perpetual pain,
flooding breaths abreast inched span

now, take a sit

lets be frank, truer than white laced clouds,
lets question the reason life wears a brief watch-

how do boys grow into men?
And girls wax to womanhood?
Yet the shadows still diminish slowly; slowly till it bows to its knees

A loved one falls off the stool of skies,
palpitate to receptive bossoms and we beg and wail and yell out our hearts__

maybe shadows pledged to be briefer,
maybe i missed a line of the lesson:

it knocks the air roaming around my chest,
it freezes my feet- - why shadows set as though they didn't come at all.