Last Rites

I remember

Being dressed,

And I remember

Giving the last

Rites to a

Baby in the

Hospital Room

I remember

What the body

Had looked like

Shivering from

The air, after 

It had been 

Drenched in the

Sea, which is

Their soul,

As the lake dried

Into a desert

I remember

The eyes, widened

At the sight

Of a dove,

As I remember

How much it

Had rained on

You, and I remembered

How much money

I had, telling me

How I couldn't afford

An umbrella for 

Your weary head

I remember 

Being lowered

Down, 6 feet

Under, as flowers

Had sprouted from

Your wilted heart,

As I put the 

Umbrella down,

Feeling the tears

of God, as His 

Eyes would redden

I remember

The black dress

Sitting in my

Closet like a

Skeleton, the 

Hospital Room

As I wailed 

Loudly like a

Baby, the 

Last rites.