Eulogizing

A lover and a brother are heavy. Recounting the contents of life is work. A vessel holding unaccountable dust may be volumes for a biographer’s notepad. “I miss she real bad!” Whittled words. Ponderous, leaky expression surrendered by gross vulnerability, and maybe a short lexicon. A lover and a brother and their handheld tomb, this wild man pair in tropical print- cotton tops mirroring loopy island ladies under pineapple/banana coronets- standing shoeless upon burning shores, bearing their dead love, gone sooner than hope had promised... fish feed in a jar.