"TU VAS NOUS MANQUER an ode to Marcel Marceau "
By thepoetryman on Tuesday, 9 Oct. 2007

As in silent motion
white faced petals
polish our living

nestled near, ready to rise
and outshine the sorrow
etched upon our face;
hate, that rusty nail
on the floor of hell piercing
the naked feet of our foul specter.

As in silent motion
dream’s painted face
fetches our melody…