SALT WATER TEARS

Salt Water Tears

In my mind you were
the outcast, standing
humble in a line of
mourners -
close to the casket.

People cried, hugged
you - wrapped their
arms about your body,
to seal the envelope of
death - with love...

It appeared you had a
constant spasm in your
neck - swinging long
blonde hair away from
salty tears.

So obvious to me, you
were pretending -
false tears smudged your
makeup - then, rolled
down your face...

Death can rip you apart
exposing so much guilt -
exposing so much fear...

It's too late to wash
scars away with salt
water tears...

Nancy Duci Denofio copyright@1996 Published "Women and Death"