Byron Lynn

Byron Lynn


Does sorrow weep?
Does anger thunder?

Will the ground be torn, be rent asunder,
to receive what flesh remains?

Will angels chant in choirs
and cleanse your name,

accepting only the goodness
you have wrought?

Will they leave the rest to rot
among the worms of Winter?

Will cold freeze our tears?
Will snow blanket you in slumber?

© Kåre Enga 2004


23 november 2004
Catalogue number: [161.845]

This was written the day I heard that Byron Lynn of Lawrence, KS, had died (brain cancer). He was 46. I went to the wake, but didn't go the gravesite. Byron was a very giving person, but like the rest of us, his humanity was more much more complicated.