Grandpa’s House

by Pavel Chichikov

Of grandpa's house there's nothing left –

Except low walls and wild lilac

Low foundations, jagged brick

His life is gone, there's nothing left

Except old stories

Photographs, forgotten faces

Jesus, you died long ago –

Where do the living go?

The living need to know

I am here, be comforted –

But if you must be terrified

By death, then know I died

I too felt the voiding fear

But I am here

Who once was nullified

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