A Cast Of Shadows Poem by Mark R Slaughter

This
your first death

my last

now rest my little dear

a cast
of shadows
maketh
hazy souls

from where
we'll hum
our dirge

our tune
a scourge
of time

to tell of our no more

…

Yet
bark-rough
our skin of late

how? -

so thin
we were in life
beneath

we needed such a carapace
to cosy from the world

…

I'm reminded of a flow of trees bent
in our direction
jostling greens
lending metaphors

Is it wisdom?

We let our struggle go
See the red-black eyes

red-black death

your flesh
was new
and fresh

…

I'm old
and we are dead
together

DEAD!

SOLD!

blue-ice cold

forever

…

And still
we never
were alive

clever
as an irony

Let us look beyond
o'er the cirrus
o'er the blue

in mist as love
we cannot part


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2013