Body
I blink my eyes, came waves of fiery red, Rushing from my chest, my heart’s torn apart. Dragged to the vastness, broke the heavenly thread, Warrior of the sky, a fallen braveheart.
Loudness skips a note, silence has disguised, Beasts of the land, running to wail instead. End of an era, death romanticized, Penance misspelled, ashes of a warhead.
Horrendous moods, geological times, Sequestered sorrow for a soul in strife.
A furious star regrets, too late sometimes, Nothing, just condolences to wildlife. More than skin deep lies a star’s lost essence, Fallen to earth, crimson pangs of conscience.
Eleanor (Ely) Kish (1924–2014)