We Strip the Careworn Dead Their Mortal Coil
We lave their toiled hands,
Their knobby feet,
Their centers and extremes.
We lay them flat
In underground and secret passageways
to Heaven’s scroll-worked gates.
We bless and praise them in our tears.
We brush the wood encasement with
Messages posting to God above
We bury them below
(a convoluted path to Him indeed.)
Our last dance one single step again
(We dreamed this all before
And will once more.)
~ Carol Borsello 2/23/17 (6:43 a.m.)