Death Of Deaths

this is her death

of deaths

the last choir has gathered sang the anthems

of her life with much passion

the melodies she hummed in the meadows

with her flowers and birds

unsuspecting bees

unexpectedly the sun caught in a crush of

angriest clouds vanishes

leaves her without the joking flirtations

of shadowy figures

nameless friends

a cat indifferently crosses its own path

no one seems to know what it means

angels visit chat among themselves

say things that only angels can imagine

they leave in a thundering drum

there are rumors she loved but went unloved

the unloving testify mightily for their goodness

this is her death of deaths

the heavens may open for her

no one is certain about the gates

holy bells toll in her old movies

images of mourners flickering weep in darkened churches

anoint themselves in their almost hugs

solemn airs 

warmest remembrances  

of themselves

JPPestana

Death Of Deaths

3.19.2022

1Jill Pestana