These mementos of you are mine,
Glassed sightly in a box.
Photographs, those famous lines
That load but never lock.
In all these senses of the word,
You are boxed inside my brain,
And spar with me in shadows stirred,
The comfort I find in pain.
Your weeping heart was always there,
Hiding in plain sight.
Did you dress like a teddy bear
To ward off the woes of night?
You couldn’t hide the kindness
In those piercing, ice-blue eyes,
Or bury in your winking jests,
The sorrow in your smiles.
YOUR THEATER, ABSURD, SO CALLED
WAS ANYTHING BUT THAT
IF NOTHINGNESS WAS REALLY ALL
THEN WHAT WERE YOU SHOUTING AT?
By your dying father’s cries
You fought until the end
Against the cold, despairing lies
Of lives we can’t defend.
Those still and silent signs of life
That slipped through your fingertips
Showed us by enduring strife,
Waiting is also worship.
YOUR THEATER, ABSURD, SO CALLED
WAS ANYTHING BUT THAT
IF NOTHINGNESS WAS REALLY ALL
THEN WHAT WERE YOU SHOUTING AT?
credits
from Songs For Samuel,
track released October 5, 2019
Words: Norah Vincent
Music: Vern Woodhead
Vocals: Vern Woodhead
Guitar: Vern Woodhead
Bass: Dmitry Ishenko
Drums: Rob Mitzner
Mix: Charles Burst
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