Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Consumed by Death

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Sometimes Death leaves us
there, at roadside,
without apology
or explanation.

Stillness resides in nothing
but our form,
all else whizzes past
with agendas.

The palm of my right hand
has known the pulse of the
very last heart beat
beneath feathers and fur,
and skin that I watched wrinkle
for twenty-seven years.

This is my decision:

I don’t want to be abandoned
by Death –

I want to be devoured.

I want to be taken into
Death’s wet, gnashing mouth
as a wanton carcass,

insatiable in my desire
to surrender.

I want to be consumed
in my entirety,
to be nothing to which
to attach a eulogy to.

I want to depart this world
with less than I brought
into it.

When the last morsel of me
can be described as nothing
more than the last tidbit
swallowed by Death,

then, I will know,

then, I will know,

yes, I will know,

My life had been juicy enough.

© 2012-2014/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
To be published by Homebound Publications in October 2015