Urn of ashes marooned
In a room full of sympathy
Solemn cake eaten in whispers
Hidden near the veggie platter
Behind involuntary chuckles
We are each of us unprepared
To mourn the unknown mother
So we chat on and on
Ignoring the waiting urn
Each of us a heartbroken widower
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Lo, Victress on the Peaks”)
Life Immense 