Short Pallbearer Poems

cleaning the gutters
spontaneous funeral
a dead baby bird

autumn pallbearer
from a silver stepladder
silent elegy...

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In the loudest moments of silence,
I can hear the screams of my tortured soul.
As I traverse my destiny;
with the ease of a pallbearer,
walking on icy ground....

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So, this is where butterflies go to die.
Atop this burning ochre beach,
Amidst the palomino stones
party streamers and chinook bones.
Chrysalis flutes swaying
beyond dunes, blue and gray
under a plush velvet shroud.
They fold their powdery dreams.
Awaiting the pallbearer tide 
toting emerald caskets, silver lined....

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In the late midnight hour, when death comes to call,
and we are at a loss as to how we could resist, we 
therefore must answer its summons, leaving this world 
and all our loves.  We then shift from earth's time, to 
God's time, which is infallibly accurate.

holy pallbearer
keeper of dreams my sweet Lord
final ecstasy...

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