this voiceless angel's dancing on?
It can't be very pleasant
to be not only mute and blind
but kept eternally upright,
wings achingly outstretched in service
to another's harsh bereavement
by some sharp-pointed furbelow;
never to sink into
the cooling waves beneath.
Who started this tradition, anyway --
or is it just supposed to represent
the endless agony of separation,
the way we are expected
to keep functioning, and to maintain
a stiff upper lip when pierced with loss?
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