I am waiting
for the Fall
and for Summer to meet it’s bitter end
here at the end of the world.
The roaring in her ears finally stopped
she could hear music, her favorite
she heard Mozart.
The constant jostling and pulling and stretching stopped too
she didn’t have to run she could rest right where she was
at last she could take a deep breath and savor it.
Now she could smell the flowers, she could close her eyes
she could smile
she was and will always be
The Beautiful Cadaver.
RDP Monday: SERENE
A few weeks ago I saw the remains
of a person who had been hit by a train.
They were scattered along the tracks-
and it was hard to imagine that these parts
had once been together
they had been an entire single body
and that body
had a name and a place in the world.
Strewn along the tracks
is not a place in the world anyone should occupy
and nobody should be called by that name.
Daily Addictions Prompt: IDENTITY