It became clearer and clearer.
Finally it was perfectly clear
and then it resembled Napoleon’s funeral,
the most purple and gold Paris
had ever seen, bees and lilies
embroidered on every available inch.
Purple is the color of talking about the past
and the future as if they were the same thing.
Gold is the color of mirth and shambles.
You loved and were loved
said the bee to the lily before buzzing off.
And the sun spoke:
I will drag you along
but the coffin you carry
must be empty.