In Memory Of Zyon Brooks (2002-2021)
Zyon is a mountain never washed to the Sea
Zyon is memory wildly free
Laughter after the tragedy
Embracing the racing memory
And there is no sense and reason
I would accuse God of treason
But that would not serve the cause
Or help at all
Adam too had a tremendous fall
Where do we go from here?
When cheeks moisten with fresh tears?
And the pale ghost of agony appears
On the day he turns thirty?
Will the dagger hurt me? (I know it will, still)
The sin of what could have been
I reflect in all the honesty I can embrace
A bike rolling strolling down the road in a race
Children are children even at nineteen
Where have we been?
In Memory of Zyon Brooks
Read it now in the history books
A tragedy that could have been adverted?
What purpose has it served?
Beyond the fact that we are aware
That so many care
With kind word or prayer
Or even a shot of bliss
In a poem such as this
For I am facing the long goodbye
No stranger to tears a human being will cry
The bell tolls we’ve heard that line
But the sound is different when you claim it as mine
I hope Zyon your wings are strong enough now
To fly and even soar
Wherever you are there is no poverty, starvation or war
We’ll see you on the other side somehow
As gentle saints in remembrance take a bow
What is done is done
Farewell our beloved son
There is so much left to say
But that is left for another day
