Saturday, August 4, 2012

Only in death

Palms up
His hands were palms up
So was his face
So in context,
I guess it wasn't so weird
to see him in surrender

In context,
His white skin didn't contrast
so much as it might on any other day
to sunlight
or Falling stars

His fingers were curled
I noticed
Like he had been holding some invisible wall
Like he had wanted to say
"Pause."
When pause would be his life
until he renewed his membership
on the corporeal plane.

His eyes were dark
Again, no surprise
Though I wish the light had taken his
and grasped his hand
and led him to knowing
that Palms up is how
we should live
not how we should die.

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