One I Knew…
One I knew
Cursed death
As if it were a figure in a hood
A skeleton and scythe
A visitor, a revenant
A walker in the night
The death you curse is death in you
It wears your face
It breathes the sour breath of rage
And at the banquet of rejoicing
Takes your place,
Spills the wine
Tramples on the bread,
It is the death in you
And in it you become the dead
To cast it out?
Evict what is the root of death in you?
Curse it not
Not even death
Curse nothing that is true
And it will leave
When death has had the time to grieve
Pavel
August 29, 2011
