“Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. . That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” Harper Lee, 'To kill a mocking bird.'

How jealousy and envy
Remain a deadly threat
Generation after generation
Beget after beget.

He had the  ease and simple grace
Of a man who's never out of place
I loved this man who’s died
That cannot be lied about
That cannot be denied.

His echoing presence
Still sings in my head
Still sings in my heart
Where we’re never alone,
Never apart

Like the mocking bird’s song:
These mimus polyglottos,
These speakers of a hidden art,
Sing and recreate
Moment afrer moment
When he was alive.

Oh! it’s a sin to kill a mocking bird
And it’s a sin to mock the dead:
Like something found not buried
Like something felt not said.