The Night of my Grandmother’s Death

The ladies asked us to leave

the room while they prepared her body;

the kitchen floor was a network

of congruent polygon perimeters:

hexagons and squares, or octagons?

When she had choked on her last breath

a comet lept out of her lips

into a shadow that opened

in the corner of the ceiling.

No one realized the morticians

would have to reverse into

the driveway. For moments, no one

noticed the hearse’s louspeaker

and its hymns for the whole neighborhood.