Time Of Death?A Poem by Jeremy BakerTo cognate or disambiguate: the question arises from the inferno of the funeral fire, indicating the final refining is at an end, and the interrogation of a life may begin. Burst bubbles of expedience demand no less than pretentious pronouncements which camouflage collective fear of death. Symphonic silence greets the unearthly flames which transport us to
ash. Minds snap shut in metallic mutiny: there but for the
grace of God go I, for I shall never die. Thus do the disillusioned prognosticate about the life that will never be lived, nor theirs to love. © 2011 Jeremy BakerReviews
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22 Reviews Added on June 20, 2011 Last Updated on June 20, 2011 AuthorJeremy BakerBusselton, South West, AustraliaAboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more..Writing
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