Eulogies – Chloe Brown


By Chloe Brown


Dead things are deaf things.


They don’t hear you

screaming for peace.

They don’t hear the


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.


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.