Wednesday, October 15, 2014
in memory of Pearse Hutchinson
In that last moment your breath halted in your mouth;
the air teetered on your tongue; on last taste perhaps.
Death flew across the room, your eyes followed it,
leaving us, exiting through then walls.
Vivaldi played on,
emerged from behind your troubled breathing.
For that few moments,
baroque splendour was your breath condensing around us.