Arlene Corwin writes

Not Fascinated By Death

Each day I waken to particulars: 

Listenings on radio, viewings on TV; 

Programs dominated by catastrophe. 

Totality: 

Invisibility & disappearance, 

Dispersals free of substance   

                          physical or otherwise. 

Spirit, soul or spook? Who knows? 

One risks a view. 

It offers succor. 

I’m not fascinated by departure, but 

If it’s a journey 

And so many  

Leave this planet 

Solo, on one’s own, 

Or periodically, in hordes & multitudes… 

From earthquakes, plagues, volcanoes spewed 

I can’t exclude it from my musings.

Comics have a fling with themes. 

Church bells ring out joyous rings; 

To what one hopes is shibboleth: 

This concept death. 

Singers sing; 

Poets like myself cling 

To the unavoidable 

Compelled by feelings  

                       Unalloyed, and all 

To do with truth. 

Not fascinated, yes, but drawn

 

Spanish Mission Bell -- Ginette Calla