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Fondest Dream
By R. Blain Andrus

(For Bruce R. McConkie)

Although body invaded: carnivorous cells,
spirit, still slick clean,
hoisted flesh to the pulpit.

I saw electricity arrange itself
to your image:
face, death-drawn, unadjustable
by the twist of a knob,
and words
that drained out mechanical;
but lost nothing in the translation.
Your message: atonement;
when with every reason
to have thought fall
the cruelest of seasons,
disguising decay behind color;
or, beneath linen's cover, surrendered
until wasted cold.