Memory

= Memory =
 * Jack Davis 1983 [AU]**

Something once said Cuts like a knife, Scarring the memory of the dead. Only regret is left, taunting Through the years: A face sad and haunting, Wet with tears Because of what was said.

The reply Was quickly given, unthinking, A cry, A sob of pain Robbed the hurt one of breath. Because of the pride, unrelenting, Only the bitter words remain Accusing unto death.

//Jack Davis is an Indigenous Australian.//