HYMN FOR 21 SOULS

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After Shots Rang Out

I will never live those long afternoons,

The summer vacation we might have shared

before you slipped away,

I will never watch you walk into the future,

spot you, capped and gowned,

Among a thicket of fresh faces,

chattering masses, last things left unsaid,

I will never hear wise words from a speaker,

the row by row procession, handshakes, your graduation,

I will only see the long shadow of our separation.