Our Last Days
where did your mind wander to before
you draped...
Our Last Days
where did your mind wander to before
you draped your flesh over smooth linen?
the vultures peer through frosted windows,
knowing you are empty; that they can vomit
up your bones after devouring what you have
left behind. they say they eat the eyes first to ensure
you don’t come back, knowing that there
are souls who make it to purgatory and fear
what they have become; ghosts are littered
around us. one wonders if they remember anything.
we can all imagine why your breath lingers
on the indentions of the mattress, but we
already know. we are our own tragedies that
haven’t burst yet; little grenades tick tick
ticking beneath our hearts, waiting for it
to pile; for us to make our peace. but we
are human, we teach ourselves to
misunderstand, to confuse, to keep
the morning precious because we
cannot disturb ourselves.
mother of all things, you lay there,
curves in place because you wanted
us to remember the grace you carried
with you always. we are to never forget
how simple you were, or how refinement
of your character fell from your tips. you
were beauty, and we were the followers
who could only remember how you were,
never who you were; never your name.
we’ll bury you tomorrow, you’ll grow
flowers after the time passes.
