That moment when gravity becomes repulsive and you lift to watch your body from the ceiling bulb-- body, empty husk, body, only one life to climb the spirit air, one shadow to shift and wait above-- See how she cries on the bed, see her two hands lift to her mouth as if to pull the soul from her face, but the soul does not hear, it has left her and lingers with the eyes of the ancestors, each with a finger to her lips as the man pulls up his trousers and walks away |