Death strikes
On butterfly wings.
A brush so quick
That it’s hard to tell it happened,
Leaving us to hope for recovery.
Death waits
In shadowy silence
Stretching minutes into ages
Until any resolution becomes welcome
And fear is lost in agony.
Death lingers
In forsaken ground
Written in the rocks.
And we feel it in the casseroles brought by strangers.
And we eat alone.
Yet Death fails
For it has lost it’s victory
And though a mortal thread is severed
Its life keeps living beyond the grave
In a world of tomorrows.
Dedicated to Marcella Bergner and all the Loved Ones we have lost...for now. Copyright 2015 Andrea Lundgren Photo: Fog 雾 by 55Laney69, used per Creative Commons
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