Mark R Slaughter (1957)

Death is death is death:
Inevitability intertwines and
Writhes in dance with Death –
He always had an open door
For Certainty.

No need, you see, for any key
To turn a lock for Death:
Once you glide across the
Marble threshold,
Death pervades –
A deep and dying comfort
Settles in.

In death presides
A quintessential purity,
Coupled with immortal honour.
So welcome Death in death.

Irrevocable magnetism:
You, the molten alloy,
Drawn along in tapered silence.
Avast! a hovering ghoul: 'tis Death.
Relax however –
Here you'll have your eminence.
Sundered forms, affrighted minds
And mutilated souls
Will never more exist.

So let in death your salutations roar!
Go! meet the waiting reaper –
Hereinafter e'er the Keeper –
Now you have eternal rest
To be the anti-amaranth:
In death you'll be forever!

After all, you have no choice,
No other option;
Nor a route for your escape.
Your home is He and His
In death – you and He as one
In death – the two of you shall come
In death, together.

Death is death is death.
And life? You make a tapestry
Of history, a record without mystery
That plays until the bitter end
When you eventually face, my friend
Your death!

And He'll be there
To take your living heart of life:
A second, and you're gone!
You see? that all there is for us to be
Is death with Death in death.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009










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