weighs fifteen-hundred grams

the pathologist says.

Fifteen-hundred
grams of childhood laughter,
of being a baby brother,

of other sacred lives,

listened to and remembered,

grams of prayer and solitude.

Fifteen-hundred
grams kicked around by a polished shoe,

before being dropped into a silver tray

and weighed.

Fifteen-hundred
grams on the only scales of justice,

either he, or we,

would ever know.