Weighted, the iron fists fell
Ribs were crushed
Unsuspecting hearts broke

Souls escaped

Everyone knows premature farewells
Sting worse than anything
Yes, sharp want and rabid remorse

Her spirit hardly dimmed
Though her eyes shut and would not open
She fought casket and grave and dirt
Her rebellious laugh pierced–
The sharp eulogy

It is difficult to reason with her absence
She is hardly gone
Though she surely left

This is a cruel joke
That steel will
And inflated faith cannot undo
It is a weighted reality that is indigestible

She is gone