Time Of Death?

To 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.

Reviews

[Brad Nugent]

Excellent write. 'the question arises' - and this poem raises it in a beautiful way. 'Symphonic silence' is a lovely paradox. You have made particularly good use of alliteration throughout. Well done.

[deeps]

enjoyed the last stanza, This is a very well written write.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Love the last stanza on this one.

[Raven Starhawk]

This was stunning. I mean more than stunning but stunning is the only word my mind repeats as I read this a second time through.

[Daniel88Batson]

'the disillusioned prognosticate about the life that will never be lived'

One of my favourite lines I've read on this site. Real good!

[Lilly]

Powerful words - right from the start. Love the use of alliteration in this.
Strong images too - especially in the first stanza.
An interesting and very well written piece!

[Kiari Sabon]

i love it great work

[Jo]

I love how it starts with an homage to billy shakes: "to cognate or disambiguate," and then ends with that delicious non-couplet couplet at the end. this piece is so much about defiance and subordination, but not in how we live life but how we accept death.

[FaithfullyJennyBear]

I have no idea what any of these words mean :') but great poem none the less :P x

[Poetic Beauty]

I like this whole poem. It is on a somber topic but the ending makes it not as bleak.