My Death (La Mort) - Poem by Frank Bana
A rosy cross held to the face of my death
For death is moving in here with me
Better than to drown in my summoning tears
For with tears you showed us how to be free
I advise us now, while listening to Brel
To dance with the waltz of joy in the heart
The addicts of suffering, the tango of fate
Boasting of how he tore us apart.
Where are we now?
You ask well, Davy Jones
You who sang death's song long ago
And know these defeats in your aging bones
Closer to us though death will approach
The arrow will slow as it nears to its mark
I found dew by the sands of a land without rain
I brought honey for eyes that were flooded with pain
And here in the shade of the shadow of death
Your hand reaches out from the screen of the dark
Caressing the face of a clock that says yes
Staying its chime with an infinite breath.
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