Ross L Hanna Poems

Jolting torrents of steel rip through paper metal 
Twisted, mangled and falling, diving with furious force
I leapt from the side opening clear, freeing myself 
Into captivity and life's strange bitter abyss
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My love, if we die tomorrow
I don't want the cold clay to separate our bones
I still want to feel the softness of your dark hair against my cheeks
In our slumber of life's last eternal embrace
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Living is so long, death is but a moment
And then, back into the time of the universe
Into stars, planets and dust and ash, and water
Constantly changing, struggling to exist
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Beneath a fragile glistening surface
Sharp sounds changed into muted softness
Then, raised upwards, breaking the moment's stillness 
A watery, calming warmth dripping away
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