The Giraffe Blog – Poems by Virgenal Owens

When heroes die,
The issue is always finding room 
In caskets for cape,
Never enough space 
To enclose their larger-than-life identities.
There are more than enough people 
Crowding the aisle,
Never enough people 
Fit to console each other.

When heroes die,
You remember them as they were.
You remember how they saved you, changed you.
You always pray 
One of their powers is resurrection.
That they can at least come back
In some way, inside of you.
That you can be the rest
Of what they left behind.

~Written by: Virgenal Owens