of silent sibilant tombs
are empty
their occupants are departed missing
alive or dead
they leave their account in this world unsettled
as a balance sheet of good and evil tilts the scales of justice to reserve its verdict as shafts of light are bent by the gravity of grief itself
be they reborn or discarded forever the shell of a person is left shrunken its
chrysalis escaping to a brighter dawn heralded by seraphs
there is a viewing
the open coffin offers the past before its closure to a future dawn
and consoles those left alive or so they believe
on an unchartered voyage
the loved one inside has gone leaving no trace
Flynnpoetry 