by Nick Gisburne
No letter had to tell us you were dead,
No faltering, apologetic call.
Untethered, like the breaking of a thread,
The pain of disconnection touched us all.
Beyond these walls, as rumours gasp and grow,
The world believes your flower to be free,
But those who felt you fall to nothing know
The future only we, your sisters, see.
Most powerful of all our timeless kind,
You gathered fame, a force for us to spin,
But, in this unexpected end, we find
A thousand smaller battles we must win.
To rise again, to rule the human race,
Another sister, soon, will take your place.
