I like to live
my life backwards
from the tomb.

Death comes first
and then the morning.

How grateful am I
to see the sun,
the sweetness of

the purple hyacinth.

Day by day, I'm growing
younger, stronger still
my sense of joy, as I remember

darkened earth, the smell
of burning, silence like eternity
roaring through my ears.

1 comment:

Marty said...

Another point of fantastic poetry and another, and another...