He is gone
For good
A martyr defined
Not buy his death
Rather buy living
Not confined by what is left
Rather liberated by what is right
That singular question
What heir will you breath
After being
Punched in the chest
Unfettering
Treasures never sought
Breathless moments
Inevitably followed
By deep inspirations
And that which was labored
Becomes awe
The ardor
As love requieted
Returns as naturally
As breath abides
This poem is nominally about death. Nonetheless, this poem is much more about living, and living well. 
This poem hints at the possibility of life after death, but focuses on the here and now of living that very well may echo into eternity. This poem alludes to the transcendence of left-right politics. This poem speaks to the victory and treasures unfettered of one being punched in the chest followed reliably by inspiration. This poem is a reflection on the sublime triumph of love through both the gritty battles of life and quiet, tender surrender. May our love for life and each other echo far beyond the deaths we experience.
