It too knows
It too knows, seen its brethren slaughtered, eaten— felt the raw course of illness in their blood, crushed skulls, aged bones and bitter cold yet they lope off walls, graze with ease in the fields, stands easy in the winds, flits past closed buds like nothing is of consequence like everything is, as is yet my…
will be gone
My head rests on soaked mud, the sky drizzles and my vision blurs It’s hard to keep my eyes open I look up your stem, silky petals curled pink and one hangs precariously, a few more moments and it drifts down to join me Ah…soon all your sisters will join but I, will be gone
She was carried in a bird’s gizzard that had her red plump flesh covered in juices, melting her into sweetened goop. So full she was like nothing before, for death did not let a single pore go by, that it did not infuse to brimming. Her bones though lay untouched, clean and hard, asleep, spat out from the sky into…
Death reveals all in it’s nakedness I am.
Here and gone like barefooted imprints on the sands near the shores There and not there washed away by the waves a secret touch that none feel but two dissolving into one . . .