#60 - grim death

29.2.2020

60 

grim death

idea of a window

picture the door

track with mist gone

take these few simple steps－death’s dance

settle down with a story

becomes who we were

indicating will be

and now

did you notice the moment now absent?

shape of things

no trial or jury but eternity

each equally condemned

often tortured till

could make a religion of the thing

all fears for an inevitable

hang on for it

still those who’ve never known me

may lie here among the pages

feats upon each other

forest blue up

a garden of all gone clouds

now more than naked practising

my posthumous titles

antics preparing

in through the doors of shoeworn day

always up for a climb

isn’t whether you win or lose

from all this breathlessness to be

so sad it’s this world shutting down

and when you get there － guarantee it

you won’t feel a thing