your face caked
with orange
 
make-up is all
I remember
 
of the wake
didn’t make it to

the cemetery
alive you were

distant as God
on his peak

think Moriah
where Abraham

nearly snuffed his
only son

Tabor where Peter
was blinded

by love
and heavenly

real estate
Ararat where

the ark drip-dried
after the flood

I know it isn’t
really you

communicating
it’s all in my head

you’ve been silent
as the soldiers

in Darien
there is no end

to your dying
or your peace