Written Upon Hearing of the Death of a
Classmate,
by Rebekah Griffin Greene
I wrote this poetry in 1995, after the
horrific murder of a classmate and his
parents by his brother. He was 20, a
talented singer, and full of life. In 2000
I decided to try combining spoken word
with playing the bass and singing, and
the result is what you hear.
Ah, the sweet immortality of youth blurs the hard edges of reality.
So we said, "I'll never die before I'm grey, save your scythe for another day."

Who am I, that Death so swiftly goes around, avoiding my glance?

One by one, we hear not the dirge in the distant future.
One by one, too busy are we to notice the silent black shadows teasing the corners of our minds.
One by CHOICE! Where is my choice in this matter? To choose my own death would be a victory for me!
My will above Yours!....or so I think...

'Twould be a joke to those who know a different tune, that of the army of Death...
(I can hear them laughing, their cackles echo...)

So Death controls us......who controls Death?

A myth, only a myth, of blood-stained wood on a lonely hill...
A myth, a tale, only a tale, of One who holds Life in His hands....

One by one, as lemmings, we face a decision, we can choose the cliff or the clouds...
One by one Death knocks and breaks the door when we say "NO!"
One by WHO IS THIS MAN?

Only a joke, only a joke, NO, this is not a joke anymore, my end will come...
but He says He has Life waiting for me....

Won by One who saw life in the sky
Won by One who sent Death running into the far recesses of nonexistence...

A single point of light foils the obsidian night.
Hope is not dead.

Y'shua


--Rebekah Griffin Greene, 1995
Performance: August 2004 in La Salle Françoys-Bernier at Domaine
Forget Music Festival, Quebec, Canada
bass/spoken word/voice: Rebekah Griffin Greene
Photos taken by Christian Valle during
a performance of this piece, from the
Rooted concert on November 7th, 2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v
=O8vSAGg2zss

Click above link to see a video
of this Harlem performance.