Saturday, July 14, 2012

The pest

Death hovers around me
Taps me on my shoulder
Whispers unintelligible
Into my ear it cools me in
Its shadow in its absence
Of light yet I wave it aside
As an insect bedeviling
For no good reason only
Reinforcing the presence
Of uncertain possibility &
The result of a life lived
In spite of itself counting
Itself blessed to have
Known redemption

KE

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