Slow Parade

Pinked and puffed to perfection,

like a pastry in a glass counter.

They did a good job with her

she looks so peaceful, comfortable

This slow parade pays respects

gathers and bows at the plastic figure

sandwiched in satin and fluff

Today we tell stories if we know them

And make up the rest.

Substitute reality settles like a fog

and makes everyone so much

more comfortable

We should share information, not platitudes.

The sermon we should hear today is

about self exams, lumps and bumps,

not sheep and shepherds.

Grief hears words that

comfort never can.

We should become angry here, today

about toxins in our water-vegetables-plastic-

livestock-cosmetics-shampoos-baby bottles

But we will not.  Not enough.

I wonder how many here,

her kin,

will die the death she died

Will I

©2010 Donna Jo Wallace.