"Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous." ~Anais Nin

29 July 2015

Poetry Wednesday #2

The Body

They said she was beautiful in death:
So lifelike,
So peaceful.
I didn't see it.
The spark was gone,
And with it
Any beauty she once possessed.
Now, cold and filled with preservatives,
Mannequin-like, she was just meat
Laid out in a casket
For all to see.

Murmurs
Of comfort
Swept past me,
And over me, 
And on to my mother
Who lost hers,
And her siblings, of course.
I couldn't cry,
The tears wouldn't come,
As I knew they should.

The priest lied,
In his shared memories of her
Grandmother could never be called
A good cook.

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