Death At Sunset
The sun will soon sink
Over the hill
Another day will be gone
The way life’s candle blows out
Never to come aflame again
What happens when we die?
Do we have memories of life?
Do our hurts hurt no more?
Do our souls stop bleeding?
When our hearts stop beating?
Do we go someplace?
Or do we just float like ghosts?
What if I died tonight?
I close my eyes against the setting sun
It feels tepid
It glows red behind my eyelids
The grass beneath my bare neck
Tickles my skin to an itch
And teases my nose with its scent
It smells so so good
A little like wet earth
And a little like mild lemons
A tang of eucalyptus
Hangs thinly in the air
it spurs my senses
and I feel so alive
And my body’s so warm
I could lie here
Forever
The evening today is beautiful
It’s no time to think about death.
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