When a lie dies

Poets lie to tell the truth

Pounding notes of love, sweet flavor of peace

putrid odor of pain, soft skin of youth

blind numbness waning hopes increase

Corpse to revenant,

temple to tomb,

hidden now evident,

from graves flowers bloom

Rains smell new life,

crossing sunset to sunrise,

cut death's umbilical cord with a knife

life sprouts from broken breath when one dies