For Candess
I am dead
The wheel warbles
The flowers fade
And rivers carry all to seed
I am dead
Lifeless in a used condom
Like a mindless still day
A muted Thrush
A featherless bird of paradise
I am dead
Yet they speak to me
Formless in a Petri dish
Of God and surrender
And hope
And love
I live in death
For it has no desires
I feel not the pain
I dream not in death
For I am stillborn in life
