An Elegy

By Jessica Cortez

For Jeremy Lindsay
(1981-2003)

In a Vegas hotel room you lit a Marlborough Light,
a photographic sight.
Your opaque lies caught my skirt, a flirt.
You safety pin your buttoned shirt

(your silky blue comfort) and say
"Smile! We are in our Element" ... of future solace.

I see your swollen hands & blackened bruises, kicks
on your forehead. Comatose bricks
weigh down the unconscious corridors of your fleeting mind
while swirling dreams of day, of time ... go by.

Your death is adorned in jewels and embalmed in heresy.
I lie drenched in pools of sage
And yet I write these words & sentences, and they,
these eulogies are capricious

and are lost in my plea's. Bloodthirsty for the answers...
of your Murder.