JLC (1967 / Galesburg, Illinois)

Grandfather

Gazing at the still
white body
I half-expect
water colored eyes
to open
man-made teeth
to bare
in a grin
nine bony fingers
to tickle my ribs
or feet
I wait for
thin white lips
to speak
be still
good day
good-bye
good-bye
even make-up
subtle blue cushions
hopeful mums
deep irises
cannot hide
the cold
gray
chill

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Given the grave subject matter, the abbreviated line lengths add to the sense of bleakness. The final eight lines are impressively powerful.