may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Tuesday, November 8, 2011

our last(breath

has no name,nor number.It is no different from the rest-
mist of prana,chi,ka!-it leaves only emptiness
It may not be conscious that expiration has a date
nor that life itself is a timed exercise.No exceptions!
Those who claim to have risen from tombs are tales told posthumously
Miracles preserve corpses-not life.Each life separate-rough,equal.
From baby's breath to corpse of aged elder-we witness
the exchange of inner for outer,and the end
always surprises us(even we sacramental...
Ends are like that-final,with no negotiation
Terrorists with our one life as ransom
Grieving never random-as specific as now
and you,and those you recall who
have left their breath
with us.

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