A Prezi for the departed
The mourning template has a pleasant face—
It melds inviting blurs of voicemail clips,
Stray photographs, the downloads from the dead.
The face becomes our starting point. We click
This eye to follow one loss down, from who
(We hear the wedding speech), to what (the plane,
The cancers), to the living. Quarter-turn:
We trace the mourner’s path from boom to now:
Our view pans over impact statements, blinks
A flashback like a strobe across the page—
And then we bounce, yanked forward to the next
Departed, all the g-force metered out
To give that first-day kick, the next years’ drag,
And drift us to “conclusion” at the end.
Oh Prezi, logo-shirted Virgil, steer
Along these rails and never stray: for if
These dead are not yet ours to mourn, this dance
You lead, so briskly guiding hands and knees
In painted steps along this path, is one
We all start from the floor. Your glib bright hand
Is what we have to grab to follow on.
© Joshua Jacobs