POETIC REVIVAL

In my logical moments Death is liberating, A permanent vacation From pain, From responsibilities. It's cleansing. It's solitude, It's even romantic. But in reality Death is ugly Even grotesque It's undignified Public Cold and crass It's melancholy Death is the damnedest thing.

What are we? Grains of sand on the beach? Millions, billions, trillions of us All of us the same, all of us In the mercy of the tide  Gentle at times, but  Crushing and powerful  Beyond our shallow imagination Drifting, drifting night & day  In a cycle of minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries    Through eternity.....  When did it start  When is it ending  The ambitious and brave of the grains Try to know To think they are somehow different  Able, wise  It's funny Sometimes I hear laughter