you tell me that you invited
death on google search and
received religious instruction
from multiple sources and
words of comfort from strangers
and that it was not actually a desire
to end the journey but a call to the dead
to answer whichever way they could
like standing on the balcony and asking
the predawn darkness what does this all
mean the lightning and the thunder and
the silence the dream and its unravelling
the faceless ancestors who left no words
to remember them by but maybe speak
through us of the beauty and warts of the
face they had seen and want us to recall ---
the dead answer through the living and this
rain that is falling quietly could mean life is
not one man's burden to be borne all alone.
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