After Touring the Richmond City Morgue
There is a silence
A silence that comes before mourning
(like a sentence without a period)
The words do not come
Finality fills the room
An inevitable cold.
(we did not know him)
Science states
All ways lead to entropy.
Others say the long night waits for everyone.
While many say there is simply nothing.
But
Somewhere in the vacuum of postulating intellects
This intrinsic truth was lost in definitive nouns and adjectives.
(we did not know him)
Within singular silence
Between interior and exterior
The breathing of the wind and
A stagnant stillness
When daylight's residue paints a pale stripe in the air
An empty room with blank floors and bare walls:
A room that waits without knowing
A house without electricity
A husk in a corner.
(we did not know him)
Outside
The sounds of evening
Neighbors behind lighted windows
The smell of woodsmoke and Autumn
Trees that stand quietly in the yard.
The leaves move in the wind but there is no sound.
Inside the room, silence.
There is no observer.
(we did not know him)
There is no emotion.
The gears of the universe clicked,
There was a past
There was a present
And then a sudden motion-
Tonight the sun will set
But there is no emotion.
(we did not know him)
The room is still.
(but for the tag, we did not know him)
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