Accepting The Thing of Death

I.

Keep the sharks at bay

This horror in the corner of my mind

Stay at the door please

You enter me

But I will not enter you

But now the Russians have come and they can bomb in these conditions, so there is no relief any more from the death that comes from the sky.

Nothing it is nothing

These words are picked apart

Nothing pointless strangulated

Nothing

Head strange

He is watching

Or I am watching myself

What does it mean when

I work perfectly well

But these don't seem to work

At all

There is this absence

That I can’t explain

Or talk about

Because it is absence in its very nature and there

Are no words

For it

None

Is even too much meaning

So it is there waiting

And cannot and will not face it

Because do not know how

The detention centre is a cemetery for the living

I will sit

But have no motive

Just is

Being

What

I a

Am

It is here wherever

aqui es

I met one woman who sits outside the school all day while her five children are inside. I said to her, you cannot protect them by sitting there. And she said

‘no,

but if the classroom is hit

then at least I will die with them’.

2.

The most unnatural thing

Is to be denied the right to grieve

The hierarchy of death

Is the arse end of society

Bring out your posies

Your cortege and your wreaths

But only if you are bestowed with

The right to conduct your grief

Death calls to us all dear,

So if I want to cry and scream still

it belongs to me too dear

And so I will.

Whether a She or a He, non binary

The Royal We,

It still haunts my dreams

Death hands at my throat

Reminding me

Lying tangled on my sheet

Watching hushed

finger upon my cheeks

Death belongs to us all

Once you have it, It has you

It is in your hand, Your heart

And in mine too.

So do not tell me when to grieve

I have been touched

You have been touched

It’s agreed. We are all bereaved.

Goodbye

To My Fair Prince.

Now you have been stopped

Now you are deceased.

3. Eyes

Eyes

Fishbulbs

Death hollows

Look at me!

Look at me!

Tunnel to the tube

Escalator to the light

He is there

In my head

In my stomach

In my hand

It would be okay

If we weren’t all frightened

Time

Sliced like Pies

Eyes

Eyes

tunnels from inside

Hurricane

He Called Me

And With a Puff

He blew away

Even though he was at the centre

A cyclone

Abandoning itself

What Fun

They Scream

I scream

My Eyes

My Eye

My eyes are tunnels to something

That is generally the way

Cyclical

In

And Out

Away

I’ve gone Away

You’ve gone Away

Eyes

Eyes

Hurricane

He Called me.