Revolutionary Death
Rotten debris roaring dramatically
Reclaiming danger in a cooling body
Cooing breath relentlessly dipping
Mind in infinity
Releasing delicate connective tissue
Into a reframing process
This is not it anymore
And that way of becoming is now
Rising
Difficulties purr in the caress of
The times
And the age
World events and the decay of intelligence
A society of numbness and righteousness
Dancing
Reflecting on a life evaporating
Aging body and war and parenting
Revolving deep around matters that matter
To mad hatters
To who?
The heavy hand of mother time presses down
And rolling different possibilities
On the tongue
Deep breath
Dear death,
I am not ready for you
There are more breaths to give
More life to live
More hissing to weave into the rise and fall
We call evolution
Bitter sentimental blow to more egos
Softer, wilder fucks to give
Breathless, bare blessings
Sexy reasons to live
And rigorous dedication to love
Are you here to receive the tender pieces
Of a changing reality’s decay?
The earth is breathing spring into another
Birdsong and blossoming art
A flower calls a bee over
Recognizing death in this pulsing exchange
Of pollen and nectar
Ride down intoxicated into a beginningless end
Fly up into the open pulse of no solution
Giving death a revolution
Soul entangled as soil, singing
The butterfly bard
Takes you into the next breathless moment
Of realizing differences as real
And separation as not
She lays an egg
Revolutionizing death