A pendulum finding time to my stride, my trunk lingers back-and-forth
The warm orb lifting through the sky in mourning
Life continues in absent insult to our carnal pain 
I approach the shell desolate, long-lost is the fervor of youth
The boldness of innocence so prematurely mangled 
All else dissolves, as I brush the lost and grieve the loss
Seven decades stolen in a moment
Memories as monuments, death only builds them
Possibilities as pathways, stopped without a destination
Lingering, Forever incomplete
Once pure glowing spirit
Now only cracked gray leather bleached with dry red
Is white gold worth death
The mask is gone, pulled away, senses taken, and only absence remains
The fate of the golden calf
We lay down natural adornments to cover the departed
A crystalline ball of grief trickles down me
Others weep and scream, but slowly the sound grows to silence
Minutes, turn to hours, turn to days
And until need overcomes desire, we will stay