4death has come for you
thinking about those cracked hands
sinew bones and worms
leaves the ancient convulsing in
anticipation
thank god you've come
they say now where are we going?
oh yes right now i know: that place where
chests and hearts suck in dank airless wind in
uncharted lands that
are so wont to frighten.
clutching cold hands yellow bones and
sinew stretched and torn, life in a rush
flees from weary souls on the quest;
this way this way it calls to them
not much farther now;
minds melt to mercury sliding out of grasp
of the living and together death
and life pass into
nothing.
Christie.
29 August, 2007