Read Poem: ELEGY, by Daisy Morant

all these bright young lights

flown too soon to

another ice sheet, in

that distant universe;

too soon bereft, we

cannot grasp the event

till with bleeding heart, empty arms,

we take in the scene –

bus torn apart,


pulled back like a sardine tin, how

were they protected in this

flimsy transport?

– the peat moss

scattered across sparse snow

like a bottle of pills upended:

the patient’s need was too great

for calm, rational opening

of the bottle, pain

tears out the core of

one’s being –

all those bright young lights,

their leaving burns holes into

the fabric of community,

their leaving burns holes into

heart and mind; medicine, reason,

cannot overmaster the pain of

these holes . . . each of

these holes – there should be

a young man, hale, whole

in person, still within the sphere

of family, sweetheart, school,

team – how can the spirit of the team

be recalled, when those bright young lights

have gone –

but they live on in our hearts,

give life to others and we will hold,

within our souls, the memory of

all these bright young lights, gone

to play, gone away.

©2018 daisy morant


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