There, face to face

with my cousin Antony

who we buried yesterday

no words spoken

just wrinkled thoughts

solitude describing meaning

of comma, ultimate right of time

and its inexorable past tense.

Suddenly Antony seemed

ready to get up from his

coffin as if he wished

to go and sit by the sidewalk. 

Where else could he go?

Dead only follow

the downward path and I

finally understood that

when dealing with the dead

one, naked from the waist

down, balances on a tightrope