Unimmortal can be found in the blog -----
It’s only sometimes
That I forget I’m not immortal;
When bodies break and bone-ruins betray the secrets
Carved into their under-marrow,
Or when paper skin drips in the rain,
Ink collecting around the golden gutter
I throw my poems into,
To force-feed the earth words
That have died a hundred times
On flag headed spikes,
As clouds headbutt each other
Atop a smoke-angel skyline
And baby-death rocks in an alcove under the stairs.
We crumble a little, day by day,
Abandoned a little too close to sea;
My grains plucked by a mockingbird
That I shot for pecking at my back
And blowing funeral hymns
Up and down my spine
In heretical hysteria.
I hear it’s bad luck,
So I shot it twice and wear its feathers as a hat,
Only now it sits undying on my shoulder
Cavorting with the jade dragon that chokes me
When I’m not looking
And hangs treacherously from the underbelly of the moon.
We live immortal... until we’re not,
Immortal in the moment,
Somewhere between a spider rock and metal thumb,
So I’ll take my solipsism on a tombstone plate,
With epitaph desserts,
And I’ll discredit death until it finds me
With its two-headed gargoyle and spotlight eyes.
I’ll breathe selfishly in the night
And mellowly dream my way to death,
Until I forget how to inhale and have to burn myself to sleep,
Like that suicidal star,
The one that sheds its ghost on water
And ricochets across the astral charts
To find a god to die in.
It’s only sometimes that I remember
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For Poets United, by Mary Kling, author of the blog In the Corner of My Eye.