Not Supposed To See It Poem by Tony Kitt

Endless, reality approaches me
the way Thanatos comes for a mortal:
not in person.

I glimpse a pelvis turning into pulvis;
I perceive a mind as a body part.
The ecstasy of annihilation...

The future is already here.
We blink the dead pulse of today's
news. We swim the bloodstream shanty.

The three Moirai wearing ragged flags
dance an earthquake.
They chant in unison:

You were born too early.
We'll hold your eyelids down.



[First published in Shot Glass Journal, USA]