Grief

 Caging

these frames finally fought us in 

frustrated, our feelings unfounded

ferrofluid frozen, we are barred.

soft fingers fumble and squeeze

cool motionless handles as

we wail to the unconditional

The silence soothing, ever saddening.

Trapped

faces frozen make stones

for feet and surrendering souls

seeking solace in the phantoms'

strong slates, laid symetrical.

the organs sound soft songs of doom.

Grating against the grooves of sinews

Bodies bond to the grave temples

Gloved in golden light through the glass