Loving death

With all of its requisite pains,

Has come

To each of us in its own way

Each secret strand is strange to the others

Though they flow from the same spring

Silent and dark, barren and daring

 

You always feel

It is your fault:

“What did I do to deserve this?

“There must have been something.”

No one else seems to be suffering

In this way

Though they suffer in secret

With the same questions

 

When you first woke up, you did not know death

Though you were given directly from it

You were born from the dim, the dull, the yawning

And when you were delivered, you did not want to go

 

You were taught death should not be

Although it is your home

You were taught to Live!

Avoid Death!

Though it will always be calling you home

 

It is just on the other side

It is first but the first is last

It is just one thing

The winter to the spring

It is just one thing