Cynthia BuhainBaello

Gold Star - 10,050 Points (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

Rigor Mortis - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello

Watch these slowly drying up
Her eyeballs sink in deep
Her pale-colored cheek cups
Shrink, the body rests in sleep.

No rising of the chest to breathe,
No movement of the arms,
Stiffness envelops it with
A darkening of her charms.

Color slowly fades the hands,
Darkened fingers stiffen,
Legs straight in mute stand
Death forcefully had taken.

All men will fall in a salute
To the Taker of finite things
Eternal sentence to commute
Not welcomed, but he's coming.

No choices made, we all but follow
And march towards the grave,
Our naked destiny for tomorrow
For rich, for poor, and for the brave.

'To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.'

December 2,2009

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Elegy

Comments about Rigor Mortis by Cynthia BuhainBaello

  • (12/2/2009 12:15:00 PM)

    No matter the time spent on this earth, or whether your buried or burnt
    what matters most of all, is the lessons that we've learnt
    we leave behind our mortal shell, and all the things we owned
    the next adventure we will partake, with all the skills we honed

    lovely thought provoking poem Cynthia
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 24, 2015

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