keeping Sabbath and a poem on Saturday
the day hardly paused when you left
angels stand cold in the graveyards
as you turn to dust beneath them
the call of the poppy dialed in on you
slowly ensnared you
slapped with your sudden departure
the child - the beautiful sweetness that was you
days hardly paused when you left
this is not a piece I wrote about any one particular person though
I will say that I have lost many people due to drugs these past few years.
People from "good homes", people between the ages of 19 and 53,
people who died accidentally, and people who chose to take their own
lives rather than suffer one more day.
They are saying now that addiction is a disease....
Perhaps that makes them feel better.
They are not talking much about the pharmaceutical companies who push this stuff
legally and then abandon those they have addicted.
Here on the north shore of Boston there is an epidemic....
and not just here but across this country.
But we do not hear much of that from the politicians these days.
No longer is this an issue to sweep under the rug or relegate to the dark side of towns....
This is here in our living rooms and our bedrooms
our front lawns.
Perhaps there is some one you care about, love, sit next to
who struggles with this addiction
perhaps you do.....
In the end it doesn't matter if you have ever done drugs or do them every day
because what happens to one of us
happens to all of us
and it is time for healing