Toti O’Brien
Dead
It will be
a word only
laid over the
infinity of
tones, the
intricacy
of voices.
The pulsations
the flashes
of vision
the kaleidoscope
of her
life.
**
After that one
word there’ll
be silence
the chaos
will be
mastered
noise will be
muted. The
vibration
the fever ‘n
all
possibilities
spent.
**
The beat (her
heart
pounding)
will be gone.
So will be those
footprints
the humors and
smells
the moods
all her actions
and what wasn’t
done but left
traces.
**
Tensions
invocations
the questions
the rage.
What she
said
what she would
do tomorrow
the promises.
The deal that
she made long
ago then
the madness.
**
There will be
a word only.
It will shut
itself
into quiet
taking the
shape of a
stone a
pebble
thrown into
sand
close to
shore.
**
We’ll look
for a moment
trying to
identify it
to keep it
in our
eyes but
pebbles get
lost
they
get washed
away
by the waves.
This conjures up a depth of sadness, and yet a call to possibilities. Nice.
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