Unbreakable Impasse

In the fetal position, in leaks of rust and rot, in the wet self-dug grave, a pushy dead man is passing time. An evasiveness of words, a haziness of consolations, a thorough count of merits and sins and the fear of death - they're gone: he’s finally dead. Oh, how he loves the certainty of death! Perhaps, probably, maybe. Life is clouded by uncertainty. Let's leave the vagueness of adverbs for the living… Suddenly, footsteps! voices! a golden pipe’s call! Now, any moment, a sentence will be announced: the darkness or the light where to, may be… Oh, no, he’s thinking “may be” as if he were alive! Life, death, existence… Oh, unbreakable impasse! Taphotherapy*. * A voluntary and temporary burial for therapeutic or meditative purposes. 17.05.2019 Pick A Title, Vol 4 - Haibun Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh