Literature
Mourning Songs
Now, my beloved,
let us weave our mourning song together:
rallying the quiet chords
and dimming the major melodies--
we are minor in our elegy.
Let us stroke this song out lovingly
and softly send the air
reverberating to your siblings:
now dumbfounded, silent, still.
They stand in muted atrophy,
sheathed, like we, in blackened grief.
No harmony hums forth
from behind broken teeth.
And as they cannot speak,
we, beloved, you and I,
together will be their voice.