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elegy for mother

How easily we believe
In our immortality.
Abandoning days like
Fickle friends,
Certain of their return.  

But here you lie
Erstwhile I create
A cacophonous symphony of steel.
A kitchen dweller no less -
And it's still a mess.

You sit, mouth agape,
Breathe heavily, languorous, sonorous, silent.
Cronus seems to march
To a time of his own designation -
Utterly oblivious to futile prayers.

But his silence
Assaults my skull
Like a tuning fork -
I vibrate closer to the precipice.
I'm happy you seem so peaceful.

The phone shrieks
As I struggle to balance
Bread and basil
And a banality that
Knows no peace.

You terminate the request.
We sit amongst
The daily salad,
Soaking up
Wine with bread; life and death.

For now you are here.
But soon you will journey,
Migrate on Charon's barge.
And I will remember
Tender morsels, unspoken sentiments.

Vowels rise like spheres,
Powerful and precarious,
Full of meaning:
Beads of heat and colour;
Salty tears and profound bliss.

Remember me
As the Narcissus blooms and
Spring returns,
When we are reunited on
Eleusinian fields.



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