beloved vistim
Pearl Mary Wilshaw
When did her
Gaze become the
Glassy stare of a
Blessed icon
Preserved
Beneath a
Plastic dome
Trapped in
Unknowing existence,
Content to
Observe without
Participating, on the
Edge of
Living, never
Venturing into the
Sea of
Life.
Present, yey
Unaware. Not
Comprehending, caring.
Forgetting
People, places, things
Long-life dreams
Talents.
Knowledge, abilities
Skills, coordination
Functions
Eroding in turn until
Infancy
Reclaimed body, mind,
Soul.
Heartbroken
Observers, overcome with
Remembering
Dissolved in sorrow.
Mother,
Beloved victim
Opened
Fetal eyes
Unseeing.
