Perfecting that moment,

linens clean and curtains drawn

sunlight streaming through open slats in screen

perfecting the minutes

the indifference of the ticking of the small hand

the body recalls

remembering all the moments in light

now just a blink in a shadow

daylight

remembering a youthful glow

now gray and hollow

realization of the body is only a shell

just a jar that contains

only labeled with a face, a name,

to fill some shady grave

doctors put away your tools

there’s nothing you can save

the soul moves in there like a flame

dances across horizons bleak

when the body is silent

it’s the only thing that speaks

it carries the sunlight

the warm glow of youth

carries it into the darkness

and avoids the holes

we foolish youth investigate

doctors put all your tools away

there’s nothing here you can save…..