Triptych for B, Part I: An End To Grieving
When tears begin to dry
Triptych for B, Part I: An End To Grieving
Rude awakening
Enigmatic gift arrives
Vatic homecoming?
Old Greece hired bards
to warble public praises
of the newly dead
Later, great poets
penned immortal elegies
to their own BFs
Such breast-beating verse
is out of sync. Now we cry
Goodbye through dried tears
and take our cues from
the still smiling poses of
our dear departed
Look — the last scrim drops,
roving spots discover an
audience of one
The Prince of Mourners
knows when his star turn’s over
The rest is silence
Saved from time’s fire–
this urn of ash, the rites of
continuity
