SPARK

I am

A pair of ragged claws

Scuttling across the floor

In death’s other kingdom

Of my own design

For I

And I alone

Am the creator

Of the dark night of my soul.

I am.

People whose houses were bombed

Don’t remember hearing anything.

Life is very long.

Works and days

Texts and to-do’s

The morning comes to consciousness

Waking alone to see

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams.

Others

Live at once

On the plane we know and

In some other reality

From which we

Are shut out

I am

A pair of ragged claws scuttling

Across the floor of death’s

Other kingdom.

I am.

The world will not end

With a bang or a whimper.

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