Oh, Death -- I already know you.
That time before, you
wrapped around me like a wet towel
and whispered deep in my ear
that deep in the ground
I was yours.
And I was.
Four days you staked claim on me —
staked as I was to the earth
now salted and barren
by the tears of even God himself —
and four days I lay:
Property of Hades.
But this time around I have no fear.
I heard the word to come forth,
and no matter how tight you squeezed
the breath came back to me
and every breath I breathed
I knew
your power and your sting
are all bluster and show.
So hug me close, you old fraud,
but I know your arms are broken.
by Vershal Hogan
