Five years passed
Since I sat watching
The face that raised me
Propped, cardboard prosthetics
Forming strange countenance
Ready to go
.
Strange too, this feeling
You, in a box, ready
And me, watching
The face that raised me
Ready to go
Into flames
.
These were your wishes
Decided, after all, naked
And following, swallowed
Swallowed by the great one
Countered with brine
.
Strange though it was
To sit by you, watching
Floating, still shaken
Flowers ’round your head
The caked foundation
Hastily applied
Over fake arches
And greying mottled skin
Pretty, they tried to make you
Smiling, they tried to mold you
Strange, almost laughing
Darkness peeking through
.
Sitting there, watching
You in a box, naked
Ready
Into flames
The face that raised me
I remember
I remember
Mussels in seaweed
I finally let the last of you
Go
Letting Go 