Fun Facts in today's paper,
an obituary from 125 years ago –
one Lottie Porte , 21,
"for whom the Angel of Death
has brought her spirit welcome release."
I think yes, that is it, exactly,
no soft "passing" –
when I go, leave me to a winged avenger
with her flaming sword,
my mortal coil severed at a stroke.
Do not then write about me gently –
leave my shadow spiked
on the sharp hands of midnight,
my last hours and minutes
spear tips pointed to the sky.
Thank you Lottie, may you rest in peace,
you lead me to the gate
where a language of dying swings –
leave me now to mourn and grieve
the loss.
The Sunday Muse
qbit 
When you die, qbit, I will tuck a copy of Grover Lewis and another of Ginsberg into your coffin,which will then ignite and float away, Viking Style.
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Damn straight.
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… do not go gentle ~~~ me too, qbit. (have composed my obit and it rocks.) Great write.
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That Death has his angels is indeed a relief, that they are merciless and yet merciful a comforting contradiction. I love how you caught up the spiked fence of the photo in your imagery. I also saw it that way, as something piercing and final. As always, a pleasure to read you, qbit.
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I love every line of this piece, but this really struck me..
“Do not then write about me gently –
leave my shadow spiked
on the sharp hands of midnight,
my last hours and minutes
spear tips pointed to the sky.”
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Thank you!
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Nice one qbit
Happy Sunday
Much💚love
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This is awesome.
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That you so much!
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“Leave my shadow spiked on the sharp hands of midnight”….sigh…this whole poem is magnificent Qbit as magnificent as your funeral shall be…Shay’s idea is perfect!
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Lol! Thanks!
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“when I go, leave me to a winged avenger
with her flaming sword,
my mortal coil severed at a stroke.”
Wow!
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“leave my shadow spiked
on the sharp hands of midnight,
my last hours and minutes
spear tips pointed to the sky.”
Reminds me Dali.
Unreally beautiful and sorrowful in its defiance.
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome.
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When I was working on genealogy, I found obits in old newspapers most entertaining. Loved your poem!
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That sounds fascinating.
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A bit of history, past and future. But don’t rush things, Randall.
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Ahahaha!
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