I Mourn You (Fides–Spes–Caritas)
By VestAndPage, 2017
I mourn you
my father
my mother
my sisters.
I mourn you
my brother
my lover
my friend.
I mourn you
the joy, fear, life.
I mourn you,
the home, your home,
my home.
I mourn the doors that we closed forever,
the alleys hilled with ruins,
the cafes at night, these homes of tears.
I mourn you, freedom.
I mourn you, courage.
I mourn you, change.
I mourn you, missed chances.
I mourn you, faith.
I mourn you, all,
who came to help,
who came to seek shelter,
who came with hope.
I mourn you, hope.
I mourn you, grass that is silent,
clouds that keep still,
wind that says nothing.
I mourn you, poppy and memory.
I mourn you, autumn, my friend.
I mourn you, time that returns to its shell.
I mourn the mouth that speaks truth.
I mourn the time for the stone to blossom comfortably.
I mourn us, falling in free fall
as stones into the void
as stars into the sky.
I mourn you, our abilities.
Of empathy,
tolerance,
of honesty,
and mercy.
I mourn the love.
I mourn the wisdom.
Justice,
compassion,
placidity,
temperance,
kindness,
humbleness:
I mourn you.
I mourn you, eternal law.
I mourn you, nature.
I mourn you, knowledge.
I mourn you, union.
I mourn
ashes and dust
the dream
the mere catching
after the wind.
VestAndPage, A Morphologic Journey, Karst Gallery Plymouth, 2011. Photograph © Dom Moore