I affirm

I affirm we seek to soften the blow and sadly cover the blood with snow; Pink will be the colour, for now; the lie becomes grass, but it’s vile, it's vile! Snow tends to melt with summer. - the corpse drifts away, as driftwood does, and empty beer cans - and up against a bank the sun bakes, body ferments, maggots chew, We left the bare bones, white. Then the elephants come to mourn, and turn the weird bleached stones; their tears will reunite the deminished, will air, will sky, will ground, will rock our shape-sought but body-lost souls.