Our death

We keep living
We go on
Because dying it ain’t so easy

We breathe and walk and talk
Living is carving oneself into one’s death
We shape it and push it and give it strength
We own it we bring it in our death
We know it and write it and make it be
Our death

It’s growing and calling us
And letting us be
Our death
We silence and mutter and drift along
And grow it and burnish it
Our death

It looms and it stalls and it watches
Throbbing in darkness and waiting to cradle us
Our friend our beacon our masterpiece
Our death