on the idea of death

It comes; the tongue would

penetrate, string her up but

never does; rolls instead

the pearl, & lingers there.

 

2

The cat, for instance, has her mind

shut to it. Granted, the tail flickers

& her ears twitch as if she’s heard

death’s shadow; next minute

 

tho she knows nothing.

 

3

 

The dead stopped in cubicles like graves

off the long corridor. Entered

 

one. Even that/it – failed to connect,

& you so morbid, drained of blood.

 

He became, flexible. Strolled with light step

back to the street, the pale sky of morning.

 

*

 

Lets slip his cigarette

when the hearse pulls in &

 

stiffens, during the eulogy.

5 Responsesso far.

  1. Dean English Dean English says:

    I read sex and death into nearly everything everybody writes! Greetings for the holidays.

  2. Dean English Dean English says:

    interesting innuendos, sex, death, detachment…

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