Poem for Rocks
by J.M. Denooyer
And then you were in your coffin.
The mascara hiding your smile.
It did not even look like you -
the rambling man who liked numbers,
hiked in the mountains,
lunched with friends.
The undertaker didn’t do you justice, as he recited
an insipid poem about the brevity of life,
not taking life for granted,
living each day to its fullest, as if
you didn’t.
You, who came close to death once before,
Dallas. Tires screeching on the sidewalk -
falling back on the pavement, your brain, life, altered in that moment.
and yet life went on -
until sleep took you away.
I hope you enjoyed the life you had.