13inchesofboyd (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 13inchesofboyd) wrote,@ 2008-07-11 14:13:00 |
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Funeral
Hollow-faced mourners tide over
the crest of a small stone bridge
and the ever-evanescent number of
funerals I've left to see ebbs down
to one less, a dark sea retreating,
the future's unknowable calculus
in motion all around as the nightly
dance of two clothed all in black,
rich in incomprehensible swirls
which melt into each neat step
in fluid elegance, punctuated by
the occasional shock of sudden
bone-white skin, nude and terrible.
Hollow-faced mourners tide over
the crest of a small stone bridge
and the ever-evanescent number of
funerals I've left to see ebbs down
to one less, a dark sea retreating,
the future's unknowable calculus
in motion all around as the nightly
dance of two clothed all in black,
rich in incomprehensible swirls
which melt into each neat step
in fluid elegance, punctuated by
the occasional shock of sudden
bone-white skin, nude and terrible.
