What a state to find yourself
Suspended animation
A plane high above an airport in endless
holding pattern
Let us light a candle for each of these quiet souls
A warm hand and a soft place to lie
Perhaps some ethereal music at dusk
And also a prayer:
May their circumstance not be disturbed by unconscious complaints
To be always asleep is cruel enough
Too hideous to imagine dreams haunting them as well
Much better would be soothing darkness
Ink black and nothing more