For Natasha Richardson 2009 <br /> <br />Beneath the snow <br />lie rocks and stones <br />that have no surprises <br />but hardness. <br /> <br />Beneath the skull <br />lie blood and bone <br />that hide possibilities <br />in softness. <br /> <br />Two surfaces collide <br />in chance and time <br />spaces are filled <br />with the heaviness <br />and swell of blood <br /> <br />pressure pushing tight <br />Cranium restrictive <br />enclosed and held <br />brain coning <br />no oxygen drive <br />to breath <br />no ventricle beat <br />to pulse <br /> <br />Pupils fixed and dilated <br />no more response <br />no more subtle irony <br />nothing more <br />no-one.<br /><br />M.L. Emmett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natasha-in-the-snow/
