this is the way of it:

our death.

death mirrors life;

the casket frames the person dead.

we’ll miss you. 

we loved to look upon your face.

peek at your wild hair.

that head was party

to a great intelligence.

now you are gone old friend.

now we must involve ourselves-

smile into a coffin.

they made you grip

a spray of flowers,

petals touched by dew,

fading by the hour,

as we are touched,

gazing down at you:

by means of this eulogy,

we speak to say nothing.

we love you.