Faces of the Dead

Inspired by the recent death of someone whose visual image remains vivid

Faces of the dead

Float vibrant in my head

More than any vision

Of solid living flesh

As if mass is optional

Like a bonus question

On a test of eternity

 

That toothy grin

Reflects the light

While your dark skin

Shines with it

My mind’s candelabra

Bright as the sun

Illuminating

A lingering essence

 

2012 March

David P. Eckert

Reviews

[Gandré]

So what is death? Is it not just dysfunctional relationships between atoms and molecules? A bonus question would be for me, where do all souls meet? Is there a home for consciousness? I liked the alliteration on the end :)