With Hands That Weep

It was a liquid wall – a wave so exceptionally massive Foreboding and catching unawares, tossing into passive Submission of bodily functions violently shaken White noise crashing through sandy pores Tearing fingers along broken bottles to Billions of bubbles bursting between salty motes Sucking hideous gulps of brine in lung full rotes Where serenity hides amongst coral flutes To seek you out and shove you deep As a soul is crossed and taken by reap With hands that weep Across a soundless plain Devoid of pleasure, yet not of pain A journey through light, a glittering void Filled with those seeking past and present Where worlds collide to anoint a soul Before the hands of time; and Commit to dust, a body belonging To the ordinary world Where loved ones drip upon a wasted shore To hunch and punch A chest that’s cold to disbelief at Eyes that speak through windowless souls Of a place that’s reached beyond The hands that scream and weep Over a body that belonged to the ordinary world Anthony Slausen’s Poetry Contest – Near Death Experience 24 Oct 2014