One day it happens,

Lateness outlasts you, and

Eventually becomes closer

For now, I’ll write in my primitive way,

Catalog my thoughts about grandfather gone

Throughput yuck, somber

Soul decoded in necroglyphics, an encore surely deserved

Every item has a use, even neglected tape

I cracked the plastic case and secured my direction,

Then met the serene face of interminable loss

When I was but a milky skin hellion,

We spread green jelly gems and made emerald lamb,

Recited daily prayer, so returned to normalcy

Forgetting the system of body terror

Damage brain incoming, ignorance bred lumped comfort

Truthfully, I can tell you I knew nothing of dying

Save the jumbled funeral tune, muttered out during last call,

I knew nothing of the process