As I work on the materials for the interactive segment of future Windrum’s Dying Terms Matrix presentations, a poem emerged reflecting the many ways we now have to die:
Always
A petal falls, always,
and all ways:
A whisper; tangle;
sacrament; enmeshment;
float; dangle;
threadbare; indefinite;
a dalliance;
gentle into a good night;
after discarding tooth and nail;
or even make to die a fail.
We lengthen life and then assess
a lengthened death as natural;
what price our inestimable
brilliance?
Polymorphic species,
single petal—
always.
Always ©2012 Bart Windrum
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