What to do at death? Turn
your face to the wall?
Grab the shoulders of the closest
person, who will listen?
Do you run like a man on fire,
to the finish?
What rituals guide this ceremony?
Who owns the final agony? Who smooths the sheets?
Who watches from the last clear mirror?
In the end no mother nor heirs exist.
No sobbing. Terrible silence.
All become the attentive, incredulous face
of the other side.
What is happening is not true.