Obituary

Her skin bled of Halogen on the
Gallitzin days of mediocrity
and suspended in controversial light
of betrayal to the Aristocracy.
Her sense of daily gloss upon the raspberries
in her over-used oak limb
seemed to edify another’s palette with
the shine of an arcade token.
The silhouette she carried went beyond
her galoshes and sunshine raincoat
for in the midst of plenty skid-marks
she never placed a scapegoat.
The rouge of her cheeks linked her tears
like captured pellets of blue rain
in a mangled-mixed forum of
pomegranate pain…
The hyperbole of her facial expressions
defined her creviced forehead
and the chiseled follicles of each hair
were so kind and overly extorted.
Within her origami smile folds,
she had this chronic disbelief
that her sporadic thoughts could ever cause
another kindred soul relief.
Each tribal thought was spun from
a torched flame inside her mind,
its persistence was uncompromising-
made her blink ‘til she went blind.
An afterthought, the loss of sight, for
her vision was window clear,
but the ephemeral splendor of conscious
thought was awkward to not fear.
So slowly the wind extinguished her cough
under the shady cypress tree,
curled tightly with the jasper snow
of unbridled finality.
The amber limbs traced a roof
for Adella’s passing head,
and in consummation, she laid to rest
in her eternal cellar-bed.