Longer than love lingers in lives thoughts of death preoccupies. your brother, your friend, your mate, your mother, all might leave you with some kind of wonder at their lifelessness left behind; what spark was there? what chemical bind— moved them in living, through time, through space? what was it called? is there no trace?
—not found, not found just hollow and dust deep in the ground.
some of them say, “but you must have faith!” but faith still stands open to doubt; so longer than faith lingers in lives shadows of death, preoccupies. and poetry tells it, woos it with odes— in movies, in dreams, in all we compose… and leaves it all there after flesh leaves the bone, and our corpse is left grinning,
—not found. not found. just hollow and dust deep in the ground.
A marble, jostling among the congregation says: I am not so obsolete But am impelled to be desolate For, the ultimate cause of humanity Perished in its serendipity. Defiance and vengeance and malevolence Thrived in conquering this vicinity But humanity-succumbed
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
You see me Hurrying and scurrying Gathering my food cautiously, Looking around constantly worrying Sneaking around precociously. Weaving; bobbing, always dodging Bushy tailed little scavenger I am, So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging But all I