MUSINGS

Resurrection

The interminable hum of his soliloquy fades into the background.
A tear snakes it's way down her splotched cheek.
The sea of black parts in silence as I approach.
Next to the red-gold sarcophagus, I kneel.

His casket lies open, revealing his face.
His eyes are closed, shielded from the light of a new day.
His porcelain face, and raven black hair
Are now tinted with blue; he is no longer debonair.

The birch sprawls in an arc above me.
The moonlight is sparse; filtered through the branches of the tree.
Falling in shards of sacred light; illuminating his pale face,
Making him look vulnerable; giving him an eerie grace.

His catcalls, his nicknames; those sobriquets that I detested so thoroughly,
His laughter, his anger, his mood swings and his playful bantering,
All are lost to a silence so profound.
For a single note of his baritone voice, I scrounge.

People flock behind me, whispering impatiently,
Telling me to hurry,waiting for me to retreat.
The last services are not yet complete.
They're waiting for me to leave, waiting to bury his last shard of lifeless humanity.

I close my eyes and swallow the tears,
The pain, the hurt, the grief, the fears.
Behind me, I hear gasps of disbelief.
Opening my eyes, I stagger backwards, muffling an unearthly scream.

An inchoate mass of mixed emotions bubbles inside of me.
Is this a dream, a cruel hallucination?, I wonder as my thoughts reel.
My face is a mask; a double-sided dagger.
The face in front of me is no longer pale and haggard.

My green eyes meet those sharp grey ones,
My gaze falters as he lifts himself up
From the titian coffin that would have been his home.
Casually he saunters, moving away from his tomb.

Before me, he stops, his eyes holding warmth.
You're dead, I whisper as the silences stretches taut .
He just chuckles and says My dear, It was just a hoax;
I just wanted to see if you'd shed any tears, or forget all about me and let me fade into smoke.

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