Olde Faces

( after Carol Ann Duffy )

All for this instant, literally—a glimpse  
of egress from poverty and disease  
riddling an ignored thread of being—  
  this haversack of bleeding womb    
  birthing a gestating soul    
   
     It is said your life regresses    
moments before death;  
but, I believe it’s our Spirit, retracting—  
  a rubber band, returning    
  to the bright point of its origin  
before expanding outward again    
 
     From our final moment of happiness    
to the first love we experienced  
  our esprit instantaneously revisits—  
  commending to history memories    
to be recalled instinctively upon necessity—  
 
     Actions we burgeon from, or mimic  
become future choices of the collective  
seeking past connections—olde faces  
  and places etched within the stories  
  of our double-helixed DNA  
 
I was beautiful and intelligent once, but  
It is finished—this prolonged life    
   
     Since I took my first breath  
I anticipated this second, leaving behind  
the degradation of an aging society—  
so come—come quickly—because  
     I have grown so cold lying in wait  
~    
 
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