The scent of blankets
From a place that felt safe
Now a danger is flickering
Small taps
In the darkness, my
Feet go into the ground
And my soul into the soil,
I am buried somewhere
Between the wet earth,
Death looms at my feet
Its beady eyes peer at me
It has been following
With a dull blade, a gray stone
A heavy and cumbersome drone,
Your alabaster smile
Begins fading, pain brings
Sneaking sins into your eyes
Snakelike they crawl on
Doomed bellies,
Goodbye to the little innocent child!
Slowly, slowly
Screens go dark, the moon
Rises higher and highest
Into the damp sky
Let me just this once
Close off my mind, let me recall
Memories of love and
The illusions of safer times.
9/5/2023
