We beleaguered grievers in slant-rhyming sunlight
Witness him gingerly walk to the casket,
Pause, and then lower his head to bestow on
The smooth polished surface an uncertain kiss,
Turn on his heel on the astroturf furled round the
Edge of the grave for a time such as this,
Eyes cast down, and then forward, stride off with purposiveness;
We, we just stand there — has it come to this?
And all is entrapped by our
tears made of amber,
Fallen insistently, glazing the time—
Darkening glasses absconding the bitterness
Trapped in the corners of ever-dry eyes.
Immanence, then, here and now with transcendence,
Transfigured by promises made without law,
Curbs and rebukes us, now and hereafter,
Gathers us into each other’s sore arms.
We ache, for we know
that again we will gather
As entropy rhythmically winnows the bones
Of every, each one of us, drawing us down,
Dusty quintessences in our departures,
Absented breath in penultimate throes.
Numbness of grief; the weight of privation—
We fear such, we know that the living will fail
To mourn us as even our failure now shows.
in unknowing, hearts’ borrowed reasons
Deracinate reason will ever not know
Unfurl and bestow consubstantial repose,
A blessed exchange of His peace for our woe.
Terms of endearment in time of bereavement
A lack of adherence to anything high,
May yet stir, even in an abashed sea of hopelessness,
Faint recrudescence of believings-past.