A door reveals four identical bodies,
Stinking of fear and hate for one another.
The first is a coward, guarding herself with placenta,
Stubborn as baby who is convinced she is invisible.
She goes kicking and screaming,
Collapsing on lips, the ground
Her blanket useless, an apology.
The second has a sense of humor,
He makes jokes and watches for reactions,
Laughing at his own absurdity,
Making more room for himself.
He is tickled by death, or perhaps it is gravity,
A satisfied tourist, departing with smiles.
The third plays back memories of the sea,
Committing to a different espace, reality
Paralyzed by order and fate,
She arrives in the after-life, regal, a queen
Her worldly attachments dignified,
The richest in flavour.
The last inhales waiting, an angry balloon
He is fooled by interruptions, excited for his life
Luck he discovers cannot save him,
From the kitchen flies who punish and expose his pretenses.
very relatable..and really sad actually
I’ve been away too long from your poetry.
As always, your imagery fascinates and embraces tightly each emotion. I feel drenched in “blood, sweat and tears” when I read your words … I feel buttered with humanity.
Yes, very sad.