And Don’t Go Out Smiling: A Poem
And don’t go out smiling –
In the reverie of death’s sweet delivery,
a smile would only cloud
and be monstrous.
A vagrant would, but you?
The romance in dying
is like the alcoholic’s valor,
the vine in the wine,
the poison of being intoxicated
I won’t, but I want
Dying:
Body releases soul emissions,
spirit forms, falls,
and encountered are magnitudes of cosmic growth
only attainable in the rays of death
But don’t go out smiling,
stifle your grins and be beckoned by the angel’s smile
Let them, but not us,
oh no
Smile not
and leave this world in great Trumpet Death
And don’t go out smiling-
In the reverie of death’s sweet delivery,
a smile would only cloud,
and be monstrous….