A Leaf

Jeremy Lee - at an ice-creamery on the evening of October 10
Lost 55 dollars and 70 cents,
was shot twice in the chest and again in the head
The police found him dead by the walk-in.
But he'd loved God so much, as he lay inside his bed
He could feel Her sweep over his skin
He could feel Her filling the air with the weight
of Her care, and didn't care what was waiting for him
How he'd cry, cry so much, knowing that this was the end
and then feel like a leaf lifted by wind
How I'd love him so much that I almost
cave in every time my hand touches the pen
So lower your cameras and switch off the
spot. You shouldn't be proud of the footage you got
Because there won't be an end to the similar shots that have
happened, are happening,
and can't be prevented from endlessly happening again
For all your pride and your comfort and speed of ascent
You're heading too soon to a similar end
only coughing up blood in a hospital bed
as your heart-attack, cancer or car accident
Breaks you down to a place in the ground for your kids to come visit
And if God loves us back, now we know, out and in,
that She must have no control over this world's events
because no one deserves this much punishment.

But now it's late in the autumn and leaves line the bend
It's a beautiful day for the first snow to land
so it's landing on me and on Jeremy Lee,
who left this world gracefully, broken