The Gang

My boy Bar-abbas
He was only young
But when he winked,
His young eyes shone
And he was made of gold

My brother Ernest
He was even stronger
He lived up to his God-given name
But he lived no longer
All the bloody same

And brutal Alice
She was tough and strong
And lived to battle malice
Always smiling
Until evensong
Last Friday
When I saw her
In the garden courtyard, dying

I remember
When we were all young
And had no fight
That was not ours
We had no light
That was not after-hours
We were something special
Now we are all dead
And I don’t cry
There’s nothing left unsaid
It’s just
That we weren’t special
We were only


About dcduell

Failed musician. Trying to write for TV. Never sure quite where I'm headed. Serial un-funnyman. I used to do a lot of writing. Sometimes I still do. So I decided to put it on the internet. I'm on Facebook and Twitter. Pretty active on the former, not so much on the latter. Holler at me.
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