Muscle Poems

 

Once I realized my time

To die had come

I wanted to rage

Inside the hollow husk

Of a hero

Bent on the safe

And rumpled bed

 

I would not stop weeping

For the love of myself

I’ll too soon join with the departed

I thought I never would leave

Before seeing this God lay in my bed.

 

At the sloped corners of my bed

I wailed in my coffin

As if already dead.

 

Then I saw the visits of Angels

Hidden in unlikely spaces

Hovering quietly

With subtle cues belated

Their rude light emanated

Maybe an arrival, a delivery

Maybe tonight?

 

Shall I take a break?

 

Mystic presence!

Make it so I sleep

The incompleteness of my life

No longer follows me

It seems to rather

Make my life unique.

 

Here now, I will exit hidden,

Through the back door,

No mention to the living

It’s opened the trap door

From the life we may have

Meant to be living.

 

It seems Angels arrive too early

This peace of the passage

Still makes me rage

I look up at them

Euphoric light of space

So to finally, oh finally

Look at my Lord in the Face.