They say that every time you take a breath,
You will inhale at least one molecule
Of air exhaled by Caesar at his death
When he cried: “You too, Brutus?” So if you’ll
Indulge me here—breathe in, and keep it jailed
Inside you for a second and a half.
I think it’s safe to say you just inhaled
Dozens of molecules from Matthew’s laugh.
That bark—one half hyena, one half hen—
That filled up bars and theatres everywhere;
That laugh that we will never hear again
And always carry in us now, like air;
A laugh that could bring chuckles from the grim.
No tears. All smiles. Laugh, and remember him.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells