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22 November 2010
‘We’ll go back there another day,
and get some better ones,’ I said.
Three months later Mendra was dead.
We never went back anyway.
In gifted drawings, he’d portray
the things he had no speech to say
from out his deaf-mute, silenced head.
which he made for my sons in play
and in love, on our final day,
scribbled on scraps of a note-pad,
turned out to be all that we had
of our friend. But I threw away
November PAD Chapbook Challenge 210: 16/2
Prompt: an unstacking poem
(And it's another rondeau.)