"Would you like the shock to come
before or after the wake?"
"After would be nice."
"Right, right. Oh, and the
Realization of Reality
is set to arrive at
promptly seven."
"Could you actually move that
back to eight? The cousins
plan to stay until seven-thirty,
and I don't want too many people
hanging around for longer than that."
"It might take some effort,
but I think I can persuade the
Realization to move to eight.
It might come as early as
seven forty-five, so be on your guard."
"Oh, and ma'am?"
"Yes?"
"The jaw is set in place."
"Thank you."
The casket
Is not as large
As you wanted it to be.
But,
It will do.
As you watched her
Slip through your fingers
Helplessly
Like sand in the hourglass
You knew
One day,
She'd run out.
The Realization arrived late.
One day late.
You were all alone
Staring at freshly-turned earth,
And then,
you Realized.
Eyes so dry
(They never weep)
