Found verse for grieving, or something else

The horse latitudes of summer

befogged in a muffling stillness on deceptively

calm seas,

we were distracted for a while

by visions of a pale death angel

moonwalking across the deck of consciousness

Friday Afternoon Verse for Summer in Lieu of Y2S

the office manager

here

has long fingernails

and she types in epileptic spasms

it's like a hundred giant beetles attacking

the back of my head

-- Spoonbee Zee