Poems About Death – The Poetry Of J.P.

I Will Not Let My Death

I will not let my death bore my friends.
Our lives can do enough of that,

When among the trees will autumn come?
What multitude of words will I have lost
among the soft-dying of sweet summer poppies

Born backwards, blue, and dead
I beat the dreaded embalmer
and returned to this life again,

Life is so short,
death is so long,
and happiness
is in between.

To think a mans fate is decided
not by the battle won or lost
but by the heart alone, is more
than one can bare. Atone we will

But that was then and this is now.
Today, even the gods of Rapa Nui

To think a mans fate is decided
not by the battle won or lost
but by the heart alone is more

My flesh stripped from the bones,
the body miraculous
stands but as a series of groans
and gears in breach of trust;