September 23rd 2005 11:23 pm
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I wrote this the night Madoc was killed. I couldn't sleep, anyway - I stayed up all night long, building a memorial website and writing this poem... then the next morning at dawn, we buried Prince Madoc on a hill overlooking our house. That was one of his favorite places to be, and we knew he would want to be there, looking out for "monsters" and "boogers" that might want to get his people.
My heart has joined The Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.
– Richard Adams, Watership Down
The Death of a Prince
My little friend stopped running today,
Passioned pursuit of life at an end.
The car that struck him hurried on,
Not stopping or even slowing.
The driver did not know, nor care,
The jagged hole that pierced our hearts,
And all the joy ran out of them
To puddle with the blood.
Pounding on the window, desperate yells,
And my mad dash outside to see
What caused the storm of cries -
Her face screamed louder than her words.
"A car hit Madoc!" and gulping sobs
Of futility and disbelief. I ran
Out of my shoes, the gravel unfelt
As greater pain tore at my heart.
His still-warm body cradled close,
I sobbed into his fur, his blood
Trickling down my arm,
Willing him to live, my little friend.
If love could work a miracle
And bargains could be struck with Fate,
He would be at my feet right now,
Chewing at my stockinged toes.
But Life is not that way, and thus
We must content with memories
Of chases through the house
And begging for one tidbit more.
A thousand thousand thoughts of him
Will stab and soothe our hearts each day.
I will endure the pain, to have known
The love our little Prince bestowed.
In Loving Remembrance,
Tony and Lara Burton, September 5, 2005