How many more times,
will the sun crawl its way to you
across the long dark of the earth
and grace your pale skin with a smile
that you return with only negation?
I wish the roots would part like clouds
to be allowed a glimpse again.
My smothered spark wanders the dark,
in search of light filtering in.
How many more times,
will the wind swallow its pride
and dress you in the season's fragrance
only to be abandoned for the inside of a jacket
on your way to the warmer stagnance of a box?
Eject me from its cold embrace,
I wish the earth would rend and tear.
Repent, relent for long enough
to admit me a breath of air.
How many more times,
will you cherish the gift of memory
dragging itself across your mind
until you push it away with another plume of smoke
and the hollow echoe of your breath against the bottom of a bottle?
And now I've lost them as well,
and my ability to think
on the world as I once knew it.
I'm nothing now.
Begin to sink.
Author notes
The human brain holds a bioelectric charge for two months after death.
Bioelectricity is said to be the indication of conciousness, so in a coffin, a rotting body could be painfully aware of its own lack of sensation and even its own decomposition, and these could comprise the last moments before death.
Written October 8th, 2005
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I didn't know this; postmortem decay is so interesting. I kind of want to be buried instead of cremated just to see if it's true, even if I'd be dead anyways...
"How many more times,
will the sun crawl its way to you
across the long dark of the earth"
The comma's unnecessary, but beautifully written. Great job, seriously.
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This is very thought-prevoking, and deep. i enjoyed this a lot. keep up the great writing.
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I didn't know that about how the brain had that boig word you used that i dont knwo hhow to spell for 2 months.....i rather not rot in a coffin and smell you know.. i liekd htis you opned up my eyes to somethign i didn't know. You did a greta job on this i relaly enjoyed reading it
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To think that our final days could be spent like this makes me decide that creamation is the way to go. To have memories float by and basically live in a dream like state would be horrid. This opens the mind to new ideas on death and the thoughts of those passed before us. Off to wallow in another out pouring of your words.
April -
To think that our final days could be spent like this makes me decide that creamation is the way to go. To have memories float by and basically live in a dream like state would be horrid. This opens the mind to new ideas on death and the thoughts of those passed before us. Off to wallow in another out pouring of your word.
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No! I'm going to quit writing right now.
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didn't know that 2 months thingy
because when the heart stops... breathing stops... life stops!
but anyways good poem
keep on writing
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Vanitas is gruesome, and its a shame that most people must be faced with death to appreciate life.
Thanks for being my only person to comment. -
although I think your premise of the brain in a dead body holding a bioelectric charge in the grave is rather gruesome, this is a beautifully written poem. the thoughts, the wishes, the senses you write about are perfect. very poetic language.
nice poem. I enjoyed reading it. thanks for featuring it in the box.
~travis
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