A Joust With Death
I’ve had my head split
by an earthquake. Walls
tumble down freely when
the earth calls the minerals
home. What are men
when the earth moves?
I’ve had my lungs swallowed up
by floods and typhoons.
I’ve drowned beneath
the darken sea when the moon
rises high and pulls
the ocean’s hearts strings
to its wake. That last intake of water
choked my core and snuffed
me out. Had my mind escape
me and lose myself all together
while my body remained and took
vegetation. And I’ve had my back
broken in an avalanche.
Crushing stones on broken
bones. Lost my head
in trail by swift justice. Silver blades
shine so brightly when hurtling
to exposed body parts.
I had my belly swell, while ribs
revealed and skin hung. Felt the saving
cold sleep as I melted into
the snow. Took the last walk
myself once with a barrel
to the lips, again with a pretty
little blade and dainty wrists. Death
is a quick and ready thing. Always
coming back to reek
a reward. Is there any greater
opponent than one
that can never be
vanquished?
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