Death is losing all limitations.
Death is the yellowed photo and the
atlas burned. Death I have seen
in the old and young,
in animal’s eyes and when
the spring permeates the ground.
Each death is different,
some only wound, others alter
the chemistry of the marrow. Some are long
like a cloud passing over an already grey sky and some
are quick as a terrorist’s bomb
or a tiger’s tearing jaws.
Before I fall asleep, stormy carcasses fill my room,
but it is not bad weather, only the afterglow
of so much sunshine. Love bonds beyond
the clammy cheeks and the greying mouth.
Maybe now the dead fully understand what was once too
foreign for the living to fit through.
Maybe now the complete connection can occur,
and death turns wonderful and sweet
when we hover above the insanity of loss
and inexpressible grief.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “TwitchFit Lit Writing Zine” November 2015
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