Our bubba

December 28 1991 he was born
15 years later he was buried

he was our bubba, our friend, our confidant.
he was a brother, a lover, a coveter

instead of getting a driving permit that day, he was put into a shallow grave.

he doesn't have a headstone, not ever a memorial
instead of a party with friends, his friends gathered around a coffin and mourned the loss of a bubba

we watched them lower him into the ground, then toss the dirt on pound by pound

instead a car for his birthday, he gets to have a peaceful nap

we said our "good-byes" in many different ways
but no one will ever know how the murderer pays