A falling buckle

The brass coat buckle severed, drops
dangled as it was
dying slowly, drifting down
as its purpose does

Colliding through with rushing air
artful as it turns
time is slowed, seconds arrayed
as wholeness frail adjourns

And now the clasp splays falling light
last eulogy speaks Sun
the buckle's dead, the coat is lost
the grimmest struggle won.