The last dispatch from the dearly departed (A poem)

An early morning poem after a good night’s sleep…

Body shivers
points at the sky
its field of vision shifting

The offering is made
the prayers spoke
tomorrow fades into lightning

Heaven cannot fit the square frame
or stem the loss of elasticity
too pronounced to hide

There’s no coming back from this
all purchases are final
no matter how shaky the deal

Open the letter, darling
see what he has to say
Was it worth writing home about?

Read it to me again…

(12 January 2016)