Friday, October 31, 2014
with songs and laughter, with ribbons
turning in hollow air, and songs sung
through rippled grief, the notes hung
like sad bunting, across the paths of
deep sorrow, where nimble, weeping
feet, step through dances lightly, and
eyes sparkle with glittered tears, like
diamonds of delight, except that they
reflect deep shadows, haunted days
and bitter nights, where candles hold
eternal flicker for the chilled shape
of corpse, as limbs set, stone-like, and
never to flex again, held eternal as
only memory, and even then, fading?
Celebrating death – can that be done?