DEATH IS A MIRROR LEAKING LIGHTNING
Death is a mirror
leaking lightning.
Time alters to fit
around the fact.
The sunlight empties itself
of warmth
merely picks out the world
as if the effort hurt.
Time unpicks
stitch by stitch
Life's rich embroidery.
A constellation comes
to comfort me.
It hovers awkwardly
above my pain
unable to comprehend
its tiny immensity.
I have become the rabbit
staring at me from a trap
watching the world
erase itself
second by second.
Two crows
perch upon your tombstone
gossiping about how
the world comes and goes.
I throw angry words
at them.
They caw off into
an empty sky.
A marble angel & I
standing sentinel.
The marble angel
trying not to cry.
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death is a mirror-leaking lightning, great one