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

February 01, 2011