A Second Look…(at ice cubes)
They shiver in quiet despair.
The resonant silence of death
Envelopes their frozen tomb.
Yet for that inevitable bell that tolls,
They stand fast,
Unmoving,
A mere shell of their former state.
Cast in the role of the proverbial Viking,
They are richly clad in armor of diamond and pearl!
O for the warmth of youthful pose,
Now but a memory gone frigid with age!
Two by two they march,
Martyrs to a shameless cause —
Their final journey so swift and true,
Marked only by the cadence of diamond on glass…
Their death is torchurous,
Mirrored with incestuous iniquity,
Eulogized only in gastric remorse.
One saving grace they glean in death:
Their resurrection is absolute…
Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this poem, you might also like my poem “When Dreams Die”