Death and dying
No Disney attributes
No benign discussion over Sunday brunch
The stroking of a drown cat’s fur
Not funny
Making merriment
The guillotine
The hangman’s noose
The child emaciated
Dead baby jokes pushing the envelope
Miscreants ducking a swift
And knee-jerk retribution
Necromancers dancing
Inviting in the crawling worms
Dissatisfied with infinite notions
Ignore the pillowed weeping
Suggest the cold embrace
Of flesh
Celebrate the slow decay
A priestly coat
Slathering all with buttery tongue
The celebration of some happy anniversary
Hypocrites to earthly deeds
That may never be undone
Words at graveside spoken
The essence of a life
Unceremoniously ripped away
The burning of a kettle left untended
Comprehension
Cruelly elusive
Shades of Hades
Gates of Heaven
Whirls of rising dust
All eyes averted
Lest we be the one
Engaged in that fatal final journey
Our greatest fear
To be forever lost…
This for me was a brief foray into the world of "other" thinking associated with death. I hear the grief yet struggle to understand its purpose. I too am one with the cosmos, having already been consumed in its making. M.True
I often wonder why more exploration of death's meaning is not pursued. Instead, most death-ideas expressed in words work with a lexicon of worn out cliches, coupled with soppy this and that about some supernatural marshmallow float, et al. This work reads like an explorer who believes there's still frontiers undiscovered, who may still have some doubts about "fear" but at least is open to the alternative thinking, the possibilities. For this reader, I've long prepared for the cross over into what I accept as my dust merely catching some wind and finding new existence... for me, never lost, just a reformation. At least such a thought keeps a smile on my face.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...