Soul Food

Look at her
Pale face
Layered with unrealistic make-up
Her hair, finally, tame
Covered in black
Where the genetic greys once lived
She’s in a pretty skirt
A matching top
One of few times
She actually matched
Daisies in her hand
Her absolute favorite
White and silky
She’s so still
She doesn’t move

They say it was a heart attack
Broken heart, heart attack
The food that fed her heart
Just stopped
Her heart

Stopped

Not slowly
One precious beat at a time
Just

Stopped

There’s not many here
To wish her well
In whatever her next life may be
Few tears are shed
Beyond the obligatory ones
Maybe next time
She’ll guard her heart
Her soul
Herself
Maybe next time

Can you cry when you’re dead
Apparently so
As the tears run down
My blackened soul