Now wearing his favorite shirt:
Subtle indigo patterns.
It was always his favorite in church.
Foxglove six feet above,
And he is much higher now.
Another broken machine
Crushed by the everyday grind.

Turned like a machine.
Going to work in the mourning.
A stray moment.
The sound of snapping metal frames
Silenced, before he could draw the breath to say
"What just happened?"