January 24, 2015Carelessness
The hands and feet are still alive, I guess,
Or else the man calls for another sheet,
Or maybe death just breeds a carelessness—
What here we might call an offhandedness.
If such a scene can be snapped from the street,
Then hands and feet can still survive, I guess.
Who waits behind the walls? Where’s the distress?
What story are they waiting to complete?
Or maybe death just breeds a carelessness
That means not to dishonor, but confess
We feel first for the nearest heart whose beat
Our hands and feet are still alive to guess.
How clinical, yet human, nonetheless.
We would do more, but have our fates to meet,
Or maybe death just breeds a carelessness
This naked shot has managed to compress:
One busy soul, the other, obsolete.
The hands and feet are still alive, I guess;
Or maybe death just breeds a carelessness.
from Ekphrastic Challenge