Gone Poem by Marshall E Gass

The lines were drawn in zigzag
just as energy ebbed and flowed precariously
balancing between coming and going
clocking only forward to waiting.

All the prayers cannot change the course
of the final calling
the trumpets sound in single file
as the last post plays
a melancholy tune and the brass cymbals bounce
up and down
in synchrony with the shifting lines
a drip drop slow chipping away at life
will stop soon for sure
as the tears roll down and the wailing
rises to meet the silence of forever.

As those unspoken memories
and connections into world where
umbilical cords attached to people
are now broken
the body remains back as the soul
dissolves into an unknown dimension.

Waits there the history of belief
you can report back
the truth or untruth
Its best to go unprepared.

Author Notes
That one last minute.
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