When You Died

When You Died

When you died
Your face was peaceful.
I cried but you were silent,
Like you’ll always be, now.
Your hands are folded
But then they were flung,
Opposing angles to your body.
Your eyes are closed
But before, oh before,
They were like shallow pools of long-dead water.
But someone’s closed them for you.
You’re dressed in your Sunday best,
Someone gussied you up but good.
Earlier your clothes were ragged,
Torn and ripped with flesh exposed.
They sewed you up,
The places where your bones showed through,
Where your blood had spilt.
Your body was so damaged,
But when you died
Your face was peaceful.