***

The thin mourningveil...
the black of the velvetribbon
since long faded away...
to a transparent gray of dawn
of silent years...
unspoken time...
worn...

we keep the same pace still
although at a distance...
in a slow marche funèbre...
behind our grief's grave musicians
brasshorns of verdigris green we hear
the final chords die away...

a fragile barely perceivable
frequency of tones
of sorrow...
like the condolences
of a wailer...

the final chord...

... ... ...


in a slow marche funèbre...


(Patrique 18/12/08)

LPWJ eng version 08/07/09