by Christina Ciufo
Eight thunderous hooves
against charcoal, cracked stones,
evoking their macabre precession
for naïve strangers whose faces turned
pale with dread.
Fern wheels below,
its raven, long rectangular
Pure rectangular glass
showcasing a tranquil, onyx coffin,
erupts dread, making the heart rapidly palpitating
from an irreligious, macabre, oppressive
presence, slumbering within.
Velvet raven and mulberry
curtains with golden tassels tied
presenting the decease’s promenade
Bouquet of scarlet roses and baby’s breath laying upon
its polished lid, drained of their vivacious
beauty and life by his navy undead lips,
pressing lightly onto its sleek surface
while he slumbers.
Hovering on the carriage’s side, a wielded silver plaque
*Le beau célibataire qui a désiré le vin écarlate appelé Blood*
*French – “The beautiful bachelor who desired the scarlet wine called Blood.”