The Final Note

Grief and relief
Tossed back and forth
Like a hot potato
Between my hands
My hands
Shaky
Ready to light a match
Burn it all down
Throw ash on my head
And scream 
Scream out the anguish
Of hearing of another life 
Taken
Another name memorialized
On a gravestone
The gravestone 
I pour water on and wipe
With relief that he was not pushed
Spat on
Beaten
To death
But death
Death is not the final note
We will not allow it
We will not allow it
We

Will

Not

Allow

It 

To be the final note