DEATH (ALL CAPS) / by Jonathas Nazareth


The trump card

The would, could, cans end 

The will is not

Left in the small crevices 

The dark humor of grief

The taste of all changed

The lack of taste

Abrupt and unfriendly

Un-ritualistic, unlike us

Asks too much and

Takes it all

Eyes too dry to swallow 

The inability to blink 

The dread of 

the additional days

left to us.