Midnight Mourning

MALIZ ONG

Midnight  Mourning 

I wander the mortuary of my mind this midnight

the motor of my mind a whir - thoughts popping

from hidden chambers as magician’s rabbits to die
immediately - nothing can live in this airless dark  -

I wander the mortuary of my mind this midnight -

memories joining into Golems-marching mutants

clomping down the corridors of raw recollection

To say you are missed – is to compare a pin-light

to the convocation of all flung stars in the galaxy –

I wander the mortuary of my mind this midnight

as the fleshed reminder of what was you lay cold

in an actual mortuary –I know. I watched the gurney 

slide into the mouth – myself – metal on metal - 

watched as the van with a phone numbered logo

 made a U-turn and pulled down our driveway 

our driveway where you came home to me – always. 

Yet, even this thought that I prod more or less 

like a rotten tooth falls dead as a soaked autumn leaf – 

thoughts piling into moldering heaps of sodden stench.

I wander the mortuary of my mind this midnight –

Methinks that this is but the first night of such walks.

I have now joined the matriarchs – alone and strong

for you – Shoulders straight and eyes and mind clear

during the light – but at night – at midnight my darling

I shall wander the mortuary of my mind – searching for

my stolen soul and wake to the sound of our mariachi 
men strumming softly over a vanished horizon