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I believe in death

I believe in death
it peeks around the next minute
the next hour
not for me but for my heart
for those I love best and most
it waits to strike me at my core

I believe in death

it’s proved itself to me
again and again
with irreversible blows

take me I say and leave them
let them live
let them live once more

the answer is like a cold winter night
silent and pure

the answer chews at my heart

I believe in death
it’s taken who I am
and twisted
twisted
my present into my past

.

I believe in death
how could I not
when it nudges me
with its great maw from below
and then rages down on me
taking away chunks of who I am

carries them off to non existence

like phantom limbs
I still feel
each one

from Steve — poems from a friend — Bill Eberle

Thomaston     March 1 and 2

© 2019, Bill Eberle