Thursday, 13 March 2008
An Eulogy
The sun did not set
In the evening weather.
Chilly winds sent shivers up my spine
And the rain drops on my tearless face.
Even the heavens are mourning.
I am guilty.
To me,
That religious yellow and gold
Adorn the common grimy walls
In the common grimy corridors
In an uncommon celebration.
And a scene of watery eyes
Tickles mine
More than the empress dowager
Who lay in the golden box.
A petite figure, a crown of grey,
A ghastly face matching her New Year’s best
A wax figure
Come to think of it,
Which I never really bothered, cared
For it to melt before my eyes
And I try
To whisper a prayer.
Drowned by the surrounding chants
And acrid incense.
Only to be at a loss for words.
A shifted glance brought me to tear-filled faces,
And a kind of fakeness made me cringe.
I manage
A hot wet pearl
To roll down my cheeks
And I shout silently,
Sadly,
In jubilee.
I am guilty
Dedicated to the paternal Grandmother.
I'm sorry mama.
Environmentalist Blogged:12:19
