A Modern Death (First Published in Shoots & Vines, January 2010)
And were you prepared to die? Trapped inside that perfect scheme Your reason painted? The great white bird of your soul Weighed down by your faith in gravity. For you there was no other side, No continuum. Just a flash, A steady trudge, A flash, Then nothing. God was just a hermit's dream And never that kernel inside yourself. Life was just a waning light And never luminosity.