In ironic innocence
These spirits never knew
How close they'd lain
Upon each other
And well within the grasp
Of a stranger
Lacking mind
For an action
Cruelly timed
If only what could be divined
Had instead been manifested
In a fashion plain and dry
Instead of some idle notion
Related to a faux devotion
And rest, perhaps..?
May these spirits find
In the wake
Of an approximate catharsis
More or less
Give or take