The Precipitate! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by lalitha iyer

they are gone
all our dear ones
they were burnt alive
our memories still warm and grave

imprinted so clearly
are the facial expressions
their gestures
their remarks and features
they walk at hours odd
through the stages build in air
between our eyes and others eyes
in the etherial molecules they enact
all the things of past, fresh intact

the innocent babes
drowned by nature's stabs
the voice that lullabied
croaks into incoherent sobs
they came and they went
the gems and the creams
the best of the ones
they flew away
bestowing us all that they may
yet, filtered are we
with the glory of loved ones cut
balance existence
bereft of living presence...........