Body shook, drum-heart pounding in my temples
until it matched the beat resounding from beneath my feet
and then the world slowed down.......for me,
a figment of perception,
but an answered prayer all the same.
If I could, I would have sucked death right out of you,
caught it in my hands,
flushed it down to where the dead things are
below the cities - cracked sewers, clogged pipes
connected to classrooms with television-eyes.
In school I was taught that God was dead,
but when I stick my fingers into the gashes,
there remains an evident pulse.
God isn't dead, just extremely sick,
waiting patiently for a decent medical doctor
to restart the ventilator.
When my heart stops,
I pray it happens while in the forest,
far away from strangers
celebrating store-bought holidays
all year round. When my heart stops,
I hope to have one more minute
to celebrate wot truly counts to me.
Roots and teeth will reclaim my flesh,
for there truly is no place