poem8

what is it like to die?

said the spider to the fly

and the fly for his part

gave a lovely little start

and responded with something like this:

oh cruel lady

who taunts and mocks

i feel my being

thrashed by rocks

this path of death

you send me down

is into a strange

grey silent town

my life was short

barely today

and i feel i still had to go

a long long way

perhaps hell or heaven

waits for me

perhaps nothing at all

is what's to be

or perhaps i’ll return

a little wiser

and not be so easily lost

to your murderous geyser

you kill me to eat

i know that it’s true

and thats why you do

the things that you do

why me? i ask

in my final hour

to be such a victim

to old kosmic power

perhaps you mock me

because you to fear death

and you seek my wisdom

before your last breath

ah, what a journey

awaits me now

it make me appreciate

the moment of now

i see heaven and hell

before i submerge

but only bliss and calm

where i’ll emerge

i feel my body

convulse and bend

so i guess that means

this is the end

and with that

the fly bit the dust

can we really blame him

for beatific lust?

and the spider though

deep in her head

he brought it on himself

I’m glad that he’s dead