When I dream of you I dream of coffins

When I dream of

You I dream of

Coffins

You’re always

Struggling to

Sit up and I

Am always

Fighting to

Claw through

Stone

Only to wake up

In tears

And sometimes

There is pirith

Chanting

In the distance

Echoing in the

Dark silence

It helps

Ease the

Trembling

And sometimes

There are only

Memories

Of you jumping

Out of doorways

In corridors

Always singing

Biting furiously

On pens

Our pens that

You steal

From our tables

We refused

Them then

Bitten to bits

I would kill

To have you here

Biting another pen now

When I awake

I remember

You smiling

Then forever

Silenced - bloody, 
broken, bruised - 

And how people fought 
To carry your coffin

To your grave

Stumbling
In the 
Dark

(for Lasantha)