“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label emotions at death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emotions at death. Show all posts
Friday, May 6, 2016
Any last feelings
When asked, at death's gate
shall thee prefer to enter
happy,
satisfied, or content-
will you choose?
I'd like to think
when I circumnavigate my trip
I'd take a view of contentment.
Though a man I know
answered this hurriedly-
Happy! he bursted-
I doubted one would like
to die-then-
I said-As in-having sex?
He said he couldn't ask for more-
of course, he couldn't then-
satisfied
Lovers: Sex and Death (a taboo tryst)
are actually akin
to sacrifice for something
we knew
annihilated
to be-
come
a piece-full
of
you, like
All men.
Image of painting by Gustav Klimt [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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