Ivory lace and wedding satin
coffined by an undertaker
instead of the local laundromat -
before, not after the bridal day.
Six satin covered buttons
included gratis
in case closure is needed
during the afterlife.
Penciled sketches
sprang to life
via storyboard design.
Original haute de couture
never intended to be flaunted
down famous runways.
Surrendered, sacrificed,
unfinished, unworn -
this weighted lace hem
will never trail behind
her barefoot path.
Habitual sarcasm can't be allowed
to ridicule the love stitched
(now needle pricked)
dreams we dreamed.
Cram cremated remains in an urn.
Light candles. Pray continually. Wait.
Her resurrected beauty may rise,
born again from ashes
appearing cold and dead. And so
help me God, will I.
help me God, will I.
