at the breaking of the silver thread

johnpoetflanagan

at the breaking of the silver thread
the last umbilical
soul lays the body down
sleepily or violently awake
chance circumstance what matter?

and light as helium
relieved of a burden but not of habit
yet to know the hollowness of regret
must we die to understand the nature of living?

gives the nod to an experience
driven by a machine pumping
flesh entity throbbing identity
scratching feuding
till inevitability overcame

and if time’s still a measure
and a small feeling remains
a smile perhaps for a stiff
and horizontal slab of meat
cold and olding in cloth
slotted neat in a lacquered box
drenched in fresh violets and tears
blissfully unaware what those left do
consign to ground or sprinkle on a river wind

not upon a time then what?
differences argue their paths

nothing
an O lowercasing in others’ memory

a friend waiting
to introduce an idyll estate

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