I remember people standing.
shoes polished, donned grey
As if imagining the waxed-up body springing
Her favourite dress,
her pearl necklace
ready to dance with the dead.
How tears eventually made their way
down people’s cheeks,
rivers borne of memory,
Their hands tightly clasped as if waiting
for a flash of death to take the
rise and fall
of their chests away.
This poem is about how death might seem far away when in reality, it may happen at any moment.