Such mixed emotions flood my head <br />this day that one last curtain fell, <br />at last the matriarch is dead <br />now gone to burn where demons dwell. <br /> <br />How might I grieve this passing light <br />who let her children’s souls be fed <br />to lions prowling in the night <br />whilst she lay sleeping safe in bed. <br /> <br />Lucky are those you ploughed into <br />the safe, warm soil that shields their frames, <br />where broken bodies journeyed through <br />a landscaped place in lines of names. <br /> <br />This life your loathing taught to me <br />was born of hatred and dismay, <br />yet through that long frayed veil I see <br />why I should force no tears this day.<br /><br />Neil Graham Marsden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-the-matriarch/
