For those who believe in the sunshine of the soul, an acrostic in memorarium
Exclamations of sorrow, superficial, perfunctory,
the perfect antithesis of his preferences. He prayed
everyday for a quiet burial, without lie, without
requiem. It wasn't his privilege to exit the way he
nudged into the world, one doorway sidestepped
at a time. He went out in a glorious flurry of flashing
lights in the middle of the night, at a celebration of
someone's silver jubilee. I pumped his chest instead
of his hand, squeezed a blue bag in his face, watched the
light gone out long before we touched him. Touche.
Poetry by Arti
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Written on 2007-09-10 at 19:44
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Eternal Sol
Exclamations of sorrow, superficial, perfunctory,
the perfect antithesis of his preferences. He prayed
everyday for a quiet burial, without lie, without
requiem. It wasn't his privilege to exit the way he
nudged into the world, one doorway sidestepped
at a time. He went out in a glorious flurry of flashing
lights in the middle of the night, at a celebration of
someone's silver jubilee. I pumped his chest instead
of his hand, squeezed a blue bag in his face, watched the
light gone out long before we touched him. Touche.
Poetry by Arti
Read 1226 times
Written on 2007-09-10 at 19:44
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