Thank you to editor Strider Marcus Jones for publishing my poem in the Lothlorien Poetry Journal.
Dead Or Not Dead
In the aura of a Tuesday morning,
on a bed which sets the stage,
lies a still body covered under a thick quilt.
One experience might be that
this body is giving a sad performance,
this body showing signs of torpidity
that might hasten the end
as a series of loopholes
for the proper functioning of the body,
copied throughout all systems,
are being allowed to cascade toward destruction.
All bone and muscle,
having endured so many hours on life’s road,
makes the journey back
to fine physicality seem hopeless.
One experience might be
this body refusing an invitation
to death throes,
pouring fire down on death,
his body exhibiting an eagerly seized rallying,
impressive gains of strength returning
from that place
where human power and resilience come.
Either way,
the least fluctuation of the pendulum
will lead to a great story.
