As I Lay Dying . . .

By Elvira (apology to William Faulkner)

They                                     think                                        I cannot hear
I                                            speak not —                             for words
desert              me.
I                                            hear                 the nails
pounding                     on my final
Bed                                                                           the Pine Wood
Coffin
I                                            wanted;

For,                                                                           Naked
came               I           and,
however clothed,                                                     Naked
will I lay.

The Bargeman                                 waits —                                                impatiently
Yet,      I
refuse                          to leave
the Mortal Coil
I                                   hear                             their “llantos”,
some                        literally            throwing                      themselves
on the floor:                                                    it matters
NOT                                                                          I will
GO                               when I’m ready.

Though                                                                     I myself
CAN
DELAY                          IT!
Let,                                                                           my sons /
daughters
FIGHT                          for Earthly
Bobbles –
when We                              ENTER                         the Void
Darkness –
It matters
NOT.

Kings and Peasants                                                  are finally
Equal
ONLY                                                                        the Grim Reaper’s
malevolent Face
knows His Own:
Preacher Confessor
HAVE NO         Power here!

The Vault                              is Closed.
My Hand
Cannot Open               the Lid –
Whatever Form                                I AM
Wanders
Looking            for the Light
Promised.
But ONLY
ONE

went and came and
ascended –
and,                                                                          His story
mistranscribed            at least
Once.
So,                                                                in my semi
Precious
SemiLife,                                                      FEAR
gripping,          yet
letting go
I                                REST                            and
Breathe                       my last
and
Let you
Fight
Your
PETTY
WARS!

March 2014

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