Lies Heavy
Published in The Blue Nib Literary Magazine
poetry
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Life slips and slinks
around death
with busy-ness buzzing
plugged in feeding parched souls

with rechargeable hope
distracting from the inability to ever avoid
that which comes.

It explains with powerless memes,
photo shopped prettiness, desperate prayer,
delusional certainties flirting
with absurdity and uselessness that

all things happen for a reason.
It generates lists
deadlines
priorities

degrees
awards
high powered telescopes
gazing on worlds unreachable.

And still life cowers
in the shadow of the disguises of Death
eternal in its coming
endless in name

vulgarly intrusive in its thundering.
Life dropped
its lies heavy
at my feet

where they thudded
like a suitcase
a stranger packed for me
achingly hollow

but weighted down
with detritus
gathered by
someone

who never really knew me at all.
Death’s call is roiling
and
deafening.