Many years my bones have lain here among the roots.Their tangled nerves, where they have penetrated
my wooden shroud, brush my face.
The worms, the ants, the gophers
keep me company in my long sentinel,
tucked tightly into the grit.
Above, scoundrels topple
the witness to my name and days.
Cries of glee mock that soon embracing fate.
Do not be afraid, I want to say.
It is not what you think, this long journey.
This fling into the universal void is not dark, but light.
Suki, I like your twist at the end. It is a light journey!
ReplyDelete"Scoundrels" - that's a word one rarely sees these days, but it adds something to this interesting piece. Also "fling" in the last line- is the body lightly disposed of? Or are the "scoundrels" flinging the headstone to the ground. A poem to peruse more than once.
ReplyDeleteMy 2 favorite lines:
ReplyDeleteIt is not what you think, this long journey.
This fling into the universal void is not dark, but light.
An unexplainable bend in the rope!
oh wow this was wonderful
ReplyDeleteand I wish I could be there when the grave speaks to these rascals
Wonderful use of words.
ReplyDeleteThis left me smiling - thanks!
ReplyDeleteloved the ending - not revenge, but reassurance... awesome
ReplyDelete"..Cries of glee mock that soon embracing fate." It all seems so far away, when you're younger. It's as though youth offers immunity. A cruel deception.
ReplyDeleteyes Martin but actually I am thankful I was deceived in part anyway though being the daughter of a pathologist i was aware of death lurking at quite a young age.
ReplyDeletei will take the light anyday and what i leave behind they can take it...i dont need it anyway...
ReplyDeleteDelightfully creative piece -
ReplyDeleteLove the end... a hope of light to end the dark night of eternity...
ReplyDeleteoh Suki, you just take my breath away with that last line. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI am so relieved light came to stay...Thanks Suki!
ReplyDeletedelightful ending..
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