Eros and Thanatos:
At the border of life and death
Is life
a series of passionate sighs
only to fade into silence
& eventually die?
Is death
an attempt to pronounce a contemptuous "nay"
only to unexpectedly find
flowers flourishing across
gravestones undismayed?
Are our legacies
relics sure to decay -
or intangible memories
that boldly proclaim
ten thousand alleluias
impossible to explain
?
