Bones branch inside a casket
carried in a limousine. Trees
wind limbs in a lingering embrace.
Hollowed eyes fix on heaven’s canopy
while tissues daub tears.
Smiles strain faces
red in belief, white in denial.
Marriage bands the naked finger.
Face, scrubbed of paint
faces truth in shrouded flight.
Barren heart flutters when irises
bloom in new dawn’s light.
Crib of earth and insect knits
the final bed with meter, verse
grace, decay. Dust cradles life.
— t. l. cummings
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