When Nature takes out it’s own, it sends in a quiet assassin.
Doesn’t it?
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
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The Nature of Death
Day: November 12, 2016
Burn With Me
Burn with me
said the pale yellow spark
as it fell to the ground.
Burn with us
said the pale orange leaves
and dead pale flowers
left behind by Summer.
Together in the flames
they live again
in
a
blaze of gold and yellow and red
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Mortician’s Song
I want to make you pretty
I want you to look divine
I want to help you get ready
for your danse with death tonight
It’s my job to comb your hair
to trim you beard
to straighten your tie
For your danse with death tonight
When you’re ready
I’ll take you there
I’ll help you down with care
Into the dark where the music is silence
and you can danse with death all night.
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What Now
Photo: A.M. Moscoso
Talk
or
Act
Run
or
Stand
Laugh or Rage
Set the world on fire
or
let it live
Is this choice really mine?
Is it yours?
Nightmare or Dream
I think it’s ours.
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