Death Dies
Upon the altar
If just
For a moment
Vanishes when,
Arms crossed
And head bowed,
My knees hit the stone
The thud
echoes, echoes, echoes
In the empty, vast space
Of white
Then silence coats everything
again
Except my mind and mouth
That murmur pleas
To him
Death then rises
Pausing to drift up and down
Like a jellyfish of black
In front of me
I could paint him
The pleas cut my mouth, coming fast now
Falling onto the floor
In front of him
Death
He stills, watching
My crushed, begging form
Then he travels into the other room
Leaving me and mine alone
I pause, lift my head to whisper thank you, and then continue:
Entreat me to leave her,
To not follow after her—
A spark of golden light
Across the floor
Ty, Dru, Tavvy
Lyvia and now ... Emma
The tears flow.
For whither she goest, I'll not yet go,
And where she lives, I'll not yet live.
Her people will not yet be my people,
The tears falter, then slow to a drip.
Where she diest, will I die, yes,
Where she is buried, there will I be buried, yes,
A shuddering, releasing sigh.
God, do so to me, and more also,
Let me live - really live - with this.
The tears stop.
Death
Then returns
Sometime later
I do not know when.
He slips out the doors
Behind me
Tomorrow,
The full coffin
Will bear testimony
To my and mine's
Peace.
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Prayer: Jemma
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