in ear shot, passing by
you can hear warnings on
the street signs
death,
it stops breathing,
holding holding
until you’re no longer separate
it sprints through city streets
gracefully stretches out of hospital beds
folding blankets, fluffing pillows
waits next to us
death is fragile,
shatters on pavement
falls in cracks and
drifts and dries
how many of us have died walking
through a doorway
could so much be forgotten
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
in ear shot, passing by
you can hear warnings on
the street signs
death,
it stops breathing,
holding holding
until you’re no longer separate
it sprints through city streets
gracefully stretches out of hospital beds
folding blankets, fluffing pillows
waits next to us
death is fragile,
shatters on pavement
falls in cracks and
drifts and dries
how many of us have died walking
through a doorway
could so much be forgotten
