Silence

A tribute to Anthony Bourdain—An original poem and photo.

By Jonathan DoyelPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read

Farewell

Silence stopped a beating heart today.

The gold is mine and the flesh is yours.

But the gilded pay a heavy price:

the guilt of loss, of wasted hours.

If I had cared;

If I had shared.

If I had examined my excuses

and aspired to inspire...

If I had slain the dragon of fear;

If I had thought.

If I had…

But silence stopped a beating heart today.

My one reward, a golden crown

to rule the kingdom of the dead.

The dead are those who blindly fear.

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My stories and poems here are paired with my original photographs.

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