Predecease, Part I: The Prescient

[RareForm]

A cassocked chorus of chronological clergymen
swing vicariously towards the open-ended casket
unifying hushed vespers that resonate past into
the evening. "Who will be next?" - is birthed from
someone's pursed lips. All appropriately vexed
at the crass representation of stern faces that
litter the ceremony-celebration...

--

"Come now, he's at peace. He resisted, and
he's deceased, it's already an existing disease.
They killed him because they loved him, he
was already gone, long gone, gone beyond."

--

"I know, I know, but which soul will he
show them? Their division had no doubt been
long defined. Jivatma was inexplicably unkind,
the God in the river washed his skin, time to
waste permitted him dry. Torace was delivered
and his death has us counting the seconds on
our hands..."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

 

[New]

I like this. It reads as a birdsong dirge to me.

 

[TheDeceased]

Yeah I liked this also. Only thing I would change is the breaks between one, two and three and maybe rework the title a bit, as it doesn't quite do the piece justice.

Nice work.