Sarah St Vincent Welch #71 Echoes (after KB #65)

Echoes

echoes of deaths

coooo-ee coooo-ee

come back to me

saying goodbye

didn’t know we were

standing in the drive

making plans, hugging

you knew, how didn't I?

coooo-ee coooo-ee

echoes in the pall

entities of the old house

others’ grief around

familiar as night

as burnt chops,

boiled peas and mash

ghosts of the new dead

are vivid and grow,

making a rug

riding round the lake

feeding the horses

in the alpine hills

making life big

with their loss
bigger than we ever want