kiss of death even though death has no lips

they say

poetry is dead

and this is true

for there is

too much death in poetry

and even more

in them

*

catch it

catch it

the boy threw my way

a spider

who was put into a jar

watched as it built

a web with whispers

of catch it

catch it

even though

the top was sealed and glued

so it could not escape

and make us

catch it

catch it

again

*

the unavoidable truth

of humanity is that

there is no truth in avoiding

the dying that grows us

into adults

who wonder about death

and who die wondering

whether we lived

*

the only thing

to do

is keep doing

the only thing

to do