It's horrible to see someone else go through death
to be ripped away from that warm and birthed embrace, even those that become theoretical these days.
Because you lose something like a puzzle piece when it gets buried
some old tune so often ignored you forgot how much you enjoyed hearing it.
But that comes roaring back through
How much your body was based on their smallest, slightest inch.
I saw them twitch amongst the ruins of it all.
Some terrible twist of fate conspired for some reason unknown and leaves you layers closer to hell coming apart with the wind all aching your bones
Life in glorious technicolour, darkness in wretched bold
Flowers bloom, shift and move turn bulbous from like decom position
You become your own many armed god, a thousand eyes staring straight through the veil
beyond events end horizon, melting amongst time.
Whole and mighty, realised and frightening
courageous and decisive.
embittered and fighting.
let us dig, take up spades so we may never be scared again by the face of it
so that we may stare full wide eyed into that grim spectres tar pit.
So that we may live out those promises they placed in their wombs before our atoms were collected.
That we might make something, that we might change something, that we might be all gold full and respected.
Because each of us is our parents saviour, atleast at the beginning, before the fall the loss and dividing of opinion.
A gentle messiah, wrapped in cloth and undecided, born to outlive the night.
Possibility yet unpresent, but ecstatically expected.
We are not the fuck ups death makes us momentarily
We are the new and ever present shining scar it births in us and lined with love and promise
past decaying, present growing, future plotting
Give life to others in celebrations of our dead - give what they can no longer match.
Give love and grace in memory of those who rest their head,
