The Right Notes

As the funeral carriage
grinds to a halt,
gnarled by constraints
every bone shatters:
miserable fall of bodies
toward granite beds,
asperities of lower
piano strings, straws
pulled at random.

All previously held truisms collate,
held together by sheen vapours a
opaline white substance, transmuted
humus of old age, runs profusely
all the way down, into every crevice.