Black: mourning cloth for North America, Japan,
and Eastern Europe, just
as if bereavement were a blind
and silent wait before a scheduled sunrise, or chambers
of a cave, unpathed, unlit, and terminal.
Korea, blue, a luminous liminal dawn and dusk that’s looming
overhead, turning lives to silhouettes. In Thailand
and Brazil, purpled widows are a newborn bruise.
In Egypt, yellow, sickly flesh, new flowers on a grave.
And India mourns in white, a cloud-cast day in which
the hours pass unmarked by sun but workplace clocks still grind
their teeth for timecards, ingredients must still be fashioned
into meals and placed into the mouth and chewed, bodies
must be bathed and lotioned, combed and dressed and shoed
and moved about and made to talk when all they want to do
is sleep.
Information Source: Colors of Mourning by My Sendoff
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