The Raging Dead
Some swords regret that fatal stroke
but that remorse is a sweetness
that fattens the maggot,
only the raging survive.
Rumi said:
“You must dance in your own blood."
That kind of killer instinct
leads you out of the fire, into an oblivion
that polishes eyes.
If you have a ghost in your heart,
make love to it
for it rages for release.
The raging dead
have slaughtered themselves
upon a dark stage far from the light.
Don’t pity them,
they are mad with love now,
they are free to be beyond themselves.
Those who have come through
are set apart as scarecrows
in a field of sleeping dogs.
In the light of day, they light candles
until a dark smoke gutters into absence.
Don’t pray for those dead to themselves
pray for those who think they live.
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