There are very few people in our lives -- especially close friends and family -- who we will know across the entire arc of their earthly span, from birth to death.
This is a blessing, because the death of anyone younger than we are is a tragedy.
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The heart will mend the heart, stem
Cells regenerating tissue in cavities
Allowing hemoglobin to course
Through this alluvial pump.
The heart will mend the heart, mental
Synapses reconnect and the memory
Of how to use the tongue return,
Along with swallowing and speech.
The heart will mend the heart, eyes
Will startle at the ability to read
Letters of farewell that transform
To greetings of miraculous rebirth.
With my one true eye sometimes clear
May I reach you who have now
Gone beyond all hope of rescue --
Dust beneath bellies of sheep in a cave.
[Disposable Poem June 30, 2009]
Michael Karl
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