oh, wherefore art thou, little bro?

oh, wherefore art thou, little bro?
you once were here, but now you're there,
and where, beside earth, did you go?

for certain, never will be shown
the hidden recess of your lair,
oh, wherefore art thou, little bro?

for there is one place we do know
you lay, because we left you there,
and where, beside earth, did you go?

aside from there where life does grow,
is there a second home you share?
oh, wherefore art thou, little bro?

for every human yearns to know,
yet 'fore their time they would not dare,
and where, beside earth, did you go?

our hearts and thoughts, with you, did go,
and there remain, within your care,
oh, wherefore art thou, little bro?
and where, beside earth, did you go?

(C)2009, Christos Rigakos

a tube, two weeks, between his parching lips

a tube, two weeks, between his parching lips,
distorted their most perfect liply shape,
before he slipped through all our tightened grips,

and so they stayed distorted as two rips,
pushed far apart, so permanent, agape,
a tube, two weeks, between his parching lips,

before his breath escaped from opened lips,
before they pulled from toe to head the drape,
before he slipped through all our tightened grips,

the seconds counted down in IV drips,
with life, the living he could no more ape,
a tube, two weeks, between his parching lips,

and Death did pack his stuff before the Trip,
in preparation for the body's rape,
before he slipped through all our tightened grips,

when scythe, asunder cleaves, and spirit slips,
when brother's spirit lost its body's shape,
a tube, two weeks, between his parching lips,
before he slipped through all our tightened grips.

(C)2009, Christos Rigakos