thoughts on a Christmas Eve afternoon, 2021

 


death in the cold winter
skies
of dead morning

death in the worms of
dead earth

death in the dead
breathe exhaled

death,
the greatest failure
of dead
living

death chewed in the
mouth
of dead time

death in the music
of
dead composers

death in the words
of
dead poets

death in the chapters
of
dead writers

in all births death,
in all dead a birth

everything,
everywhere

crawling slowly,
drawn irreversibly,

like nosferatu
craving a
pulsing
vein

immortality in
the damp
ground