Say good, say goodbye


Say good, say goodbye


Bright in the box in the cupboard

where the keepers of conscience and trivia

highjack the pacing depths

to replace it with an easily peeled-off

sheen. It is time to bloom,

to say goodbye to books and playballs of requisitions,

decoding philosophy and revelations in tune

with taking a stance.


Death, I am a robin’s feast with

dandelion breath

stalling at the toddler tree

worshiping what is yet to bud.


Death, you made me confused, me,

the revealer of the signs,

mountain-top screamer, fencer for

a fourth-dimensional world.


Flat rocks in a circle, gulls circling

one graveyard, spot

of significant mourning. Faint lines.

But God is solid, exact, without

need of interpretation. Death


is only a layer reached

and removed, when traveled

then traveled through.



Copyright © 2017 by Allison Grayhurst

First published in “Setu, Fifth Issue” October 2016
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