Vale Aviva Beckova

Curly blonde wispy hair
Licks up her little neck
Up wafts across the forehead dome
That frames her eyes
Uprooted from their home
Distant gazed upon a question
To a riddle buried in the coldness
Of a stare
Inside a uniform that notes the moment
With a click
That spells an absence
Something unsaid but still foretold
An unrelenting truth laid bare
Felt but still unseen
Beyond the precision of a lens
Fixed in a moment of such finality
A living singularity
A little life in one last breath
Before the shutter snaps
To darkness and the inevitability
Of death….