Sunday, August 12, 2018

Death in the Woods

Ah, to be the ceaseless beast
heart thumping, pulsing,
hungry, humping
just because,
not needing anyone or love
not a thing sucks,
no words worth
repeating
when the Blue Jay
sounds alarm
300,000 leagues away
closer to life and death
farther from anything
neighbor Doe will ever know.
He knows no better
but you're just a piece
of meat
it's teeth
locked on your throat,
dragged to the ground
spewing blood
gurgling
suffocating
seconds from the last pulse
miles from cliche
fading into mystery
you smile
knowing this was how
it was truly
meant to be





Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Death Wish

Hold me tenderly in your arms
I will one day return to dirt
covered in a grass pelt
fur rippling in the wind
forgotten by all
save the last murmurer
of eternity