There is a litany for the dead;
The pine box, the urn,
The eyes dilated on the anodized plate growing wider
Bubble domed tearless sacs, buckshot in the afterglow;
Needle knotted on the razed patch- thick thatch
Black greyish blur
Dust bunnies on the marbleized floor
Staining the sterilized situation
And the cries unheard gainst the staccato drumming fear
We leave, but you are still there
In that silence unexplained -little remains
Sewn in fragments-white long feathery antennae that fell
Snowflakes from you,
You are still there in the absence of blue.
A fitting tribute to some of the fabulous, ground breaking artists lost to humanity in 2016 (Bowie, Prince, Leonard Cohen) but who still remain with us, ' in the absence of blue.'
A fitting tribute to some of the fabulous, grounbreaking artists lost to humanity in 2016 (Bowie, Prince, Leonard Cohen) but who still remain with us, ' in the absence of blue.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another incredibly empathetic conveyance of the feelings surrounding death.