21 May 2016 – Sonnet

Deaths’ invitation, inked and dried, mailed off
the very day that you were born. Be sure
that’s one appointment he won’t miss! One quaff
and look, your chalice, cast upon the floor,
has rolled beneath the table in the dirt
where calloused feet have kicked it, and it spins
into forgetfulness – until inert.
All this you know, but of the days ’til then,
the roses bend to summer storms and call
for you to flee the safety of your home
and find your way before their petals fall,
your love becoming others’ mileage stone.
One death for all, but not all deaths alike.
Come show us how to love, and not fear life!

~

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