reckless life

First published 2007

your flesh, warming, soft

so inviting: seemed

to be the very antipathy 

of this now lifeless, cold, and brittle form.

a form demanded by the grave, as

gaping lips: lost, 

echoes your laugh, each inflection

held within my own flesh brain,

caught within the very interplay of

electrons themselves.

maggot feasted, rotting, its source

forever silenced, such as light keen eyes

are 

forever dimmed.

how can such frantic activity, such vital force

breaching and breaking life's swift tide,

be removed, be reduced to nothing

and: even less.

less than the blackness 

now caught by tearless eye, which

stares sightless into oblivions heart.

words fail - due to their very existence, 

so that

such states (or the consideration of)

are forever an impossibility 

to those still imbued with reckless life.