Pierced By A Death

lives must end in sharpened phrases so I will write them for the funeral another borrowed life, a death I see the poison tearful waters so it seems that all of life is a funerary collection of loss lost souls departed now broken promises, faded hope so bitterness is unrelieved the final hemlock builds like heavy metal in the gut to be the only cause of death yet imagination does remain like blackest water, deep, slow reflecting all of human pain flowing quietly like passing time I was a child when I pulled aside the cistern cover to reveal deep in the wellspring, dark gazing back at me, myself and that prepared me for the job I threw a fist of dirt into the grave and took my shovel to the task to hide the loss and earn my way