When My Redeemer Re-Dreams Me. Poem by Ian Kellett

And then I’ll die,
And all the sadness felt in life
Will no doubt be amplified
By it’s resonance in death;
My dear departed panning me
For suffering their loss too much
Instead of introjecting all the lessons
Of their lives and times.

And in that death
The further journey I
Assumed my passing would beget
Will instead avail itself of me,
And carve in flaming words
Conditions of my membership
Until I readily agree the terms
Now singed into my skin.

And of that charred
And branded contract signed
No crack will stay or scar
Remain to indicate my mark,
Only a new birthed blemish
To carry through another incarnation
That my soul will slowly itch
And mull over its meaning.

And in that life,
That second grounded
Conduit whose walls will thrive
With elements of what I used to be,
I may at last concede my will
To something more contented
And care-taken by a role fulfilled
That once before was vacant.