Passing Delineation Poem by Aria Ligi

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.