Who can imagine death?
That moment when the body leaves
the anima….
When that untouchable enigma
Floats off …into…. euphoria?
It is an odyssey that is not
Found on any map.
Am I afraid of death…oh yes!
With death I’ll realise the I
I thought I was …did not exist.
With every passing moment,
With every living breath,
My body never stay sthe same.
It decomposes, then it
Germinates again.
My flaking skin repairs.
Short nails grow long.
The rhythm of the flesh becomes,
an ever changing song.
The body withers on the bone.
My physique is participle.
Eternal action
in an ever changing void.
And what will I become
when I am gone ?
A bolt of air?
The cat lies
Curled upon my bed.
He is unmoved by
my concerns.
He simply does not care.
Kristine Byrne. Oct. 2021.