Poem: The Requiem for a Neighbor

By: JD DeHart


I never would have learned to double-lace
If not for him, and would still have strapping
Sounds of my shoe strings hitting sidewalks

The children in the yard call Marco
No one is there to reciprocate, even if they
Were to call from rooftops, no roosters
Would be around to crow in response

How did he die? What can we say?
It was an asteroid, we want to lie, but in truth
He was a victim of peristalsis – the less
Said, the better for his headstone dignity

So, yes, we will stick with the space story
Victim of a random shooting star.

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