For Death
Nov 27th, 2009 | By KE | Category: Poetry | 440 viewsMakes astronauts of us all
Off the charts spinning the
Compass the needle ever
Faster days weeks months
Years rushing by scorching
The fabric of existence
Blurring the edges ‘til I
Have arrived at last & is
This familiar is this where I
Have been told am I a
Better man for having
Gambled with my words
Now bitter weeds that dig
My grave where are the
Stars to write my name the
Music for my fanfare & the
Gentle arms to enfold me
Finally I am disconnected
Disabused
Disbanded
But am I alone
Is that you
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