Death Resists Metaphor

and proverb too,
its walls unblemished
by strikes that snuff
the brightest stars.

Pick one,
toss it to the grieving.
Study their faces
for gratitude.

Now picture this:
You cradle your
breathless child,
kiss his face,
surrender her to
men in masks
and gowns.

Imagine the
sound of an
empty glass,
that metaphor
unfurled to
comfort you.

Prompt 17

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