Mourning

Mourning
by Gideon Burton

Severe with clotting time, the hours limp

uneven. The ragged mesh of grief

constricts in webbing layers. Pressures crimp

and bind, directionless and blind. A steep

crevasse engulfs and swallows, rough with black

and icy bouldered walls. A grizzled foam,

pollutants heavy in its vaporing cracks,

pours in its choking mass of poisoned loam.

A time is fixed to our arrival, days

to count as child and spirit meld their breath.

But time unhinges, lost within a maze,

when soul from body's ripped in sudden death.

     The time is out of joint and bent askew,

     its weight outweighed in weighing days too few.

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