Elegy for Jack

He'd bring us the strange white stones he'd found
from his forest of silence to our border of noise.
There, he'd say, placing a stone (one stone for each of us)
in our open palms, now your packs will be heavier.
Somewhere, they tell us, a great voice has gone silent.
Don't cry. Now we can hear what the stones have been saying
for thousands of years. The stones say leopard, woman,
shape of a wave. We can hear how, far off, the forest's heart
is burning, as love is clearest at the end of love.