you died doing what you loved,
as horrific as that probably was,
your last words a pulpit oration
for all in attendance to surely remember,
tearing back both bush and brush,
the pallbearers cleared their path,
a narrowed dirt road the only obstacle
in the way of your six feet under sanctuary,
scattered treks then illuminated the way –
a stoic march to the resting place,
cawing birds hushed their songs,
whistling winds ceased their shrieks,
all was still aside from the steady steps
putting you at rest,
overhead –
yellow-and-black flecked wings
fluttered like heartbeats
until they were still, landing,
perched upon the clever incline of my nose,
just as fleetingly as it was there,
it was no longer,
the mourners parted ways and bid their adieus,
grievances paid like a monthly tithe,
just as fleetingly as they were there,
they were no longer,
it is said that the Tiger Swallowtail is
native to the East,
it is ironic, then,
that you always wanted to visit Israel
but never did.
About the Creator
Tabitha Reno
Hey there, I'm Tabitha! Currently, I am a Senior at Graceland University pursuing a Bachelor of Arts degree in English Literature and Cinema Studies.
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