Darkness Unto Darkness! Poem by Eric Cockrell

'over the hilltops,
silence,
among all the treetops
you hardly feel
a breath moving.
the birds fall silent in the woods.
simply wait! Soon
you too will be silent.'

Goethe


a knock on the door,
Hermes,
the messenger,
come to gather and disperse!

we run like maddened chickens,
to escape the mossy hands
of the grave.
yet time comes, again and again!

all the shiny things
we stuffed into our bags,
fall like empty bells
to the floor.

the dogs of passion
like the festered wound.
the nest of straw
blown away by the wind!

flesh returns to dust,
leaving bones to testify.
the echoes of loving
haunt the stillness.

darkness unto darkness!