Death Is Eternal

I drowned.

I died is the thing.

I wanted to write a letter

to you, to mom; to dear dad

but no I can't find my hands

my body slips away

my mind is very big,

and death

death is sweet, and huge

and strange--

 slower than a train.

death is the thing called Eternal,

no wonder it can hold us all.

( For Late C--, 

   may she rest)