Wednesday, October 25, 2023

Playing With The Dead

  Someone's recently deceased aunt  
 laid out on her back motionless 
upon the stainless steel table.

She was still wearing her
 old dirty household apron.
 
Her lids slightly opened 
revealed the crescent whites
 of her unstaring eyes.
 
A portion of her wrinkled
upper lip had snagged 
 upon a yellowed tooth.  

I strapped on latex gloves 
 and touched, prodded 
 and rubbed the cool 
blemished skin of her face.

I stroked her numb forehead 
 with my fingers and thumb
as if to massage her awake.

I played with one eyelid,
 and then I pulled both 
 of them back up 
  revealing perfect eyes
   staring at nothing, so  
    I released the lids from
  under my thumb tips 
   and watched as they 
 lowered slowly down
to being not quite shut again 
as if to keep just a sliver
of a glimpse on us here
  in the world from behind
 the end of her 
long dark tunnel.
 
While I stood in silence 
 under fluorescent light
after some contemplation 
I found it hard to believe 
 such perfect eyes 
could remain sightless.
 
For one moment, 
I considered taking
 her hand in mine.

When I did, I wasn't surprised
  there was no static shock 
   but I was comforted

   
  

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