Eulogies – Chloe Brown

Eulogies?

By Chloe Brown

 

Dead things are deaf things.

 

They don’t hear you

screaming for peace.

They don’t hear the

strain

where there once was ease.

 

Dead things are dead things.

 

Time to move on. I forget

what’s dead. It’s all been here so long.

Things—friends,

memories, moments lost—

cloud judgment, so I follow the pulse.

 

It’s faint, but I hear it.

It’s weak, but I feel it.

 

Even the forgeries of happiness can’t kill it.