On the Death of Friends in Childhood

We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven,
Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;
If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight,
Forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands
In games whose very names we have forgotten.
Come, memory, let us seek them there in the shadows.

Donald Justice, "On the Death of Friends in Childhood" from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2004 by Donald Justice.  Reprinted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc..
Source: Collected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2004)
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