Betwixt & Between
Will there come a time that I long for death? Or will I wish desperately not to have to leave? Could this not be one of the most unsettling human thoughts? One of us will go first I am healthy You are old Dark deathly clad Or Angel winged Long after I’d like an elephant to caress my dried bones And my great-grandchildren to desperately seek Which path I took out of my body And chart my exact location Just in case I want to make a quick come back And jump into a half-built body Midstream For a moment To feel gloriously unsettled