Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks November 2014: Remembrance | Page 6

A Pentagon of Memories
Matthew Moynihan
I remember the emerald of your iris,
as you nursed me off to sleep,
with that calm soothing voice.
I remember the beating
of your domestic battles on the staircase,
as my heart pounded in expectant, adrenal motions.
I remember you shaking
in a schizoid seizure,
at the outset of your gradual decline.
I remember that polyphonic ringtone
from my Blokia 3310, for it was the knell
that summoned thee to heaven or to hell.
I remember the shaking of hands,
the patting of backs,
the words of commiseration
and the final piece of moist clay
that turned the final page
of your brutal novella.
I remember it because it was you.
I remember it because you’re gone.