Coming to terms with my mortality.


Fear of Death

Faced with my own vulnerability
I realize that I donít want to die
(Except in those private furies when I do)

I am stonewalling of course,
I am acting out the deep denial of my culture
Who dies in America?

Certainly not us.
Our birthdays conspire to prove that we age
But we defeat their perversity
By devotedly making ourselves younger and younger.

We dye our hair,
Plump our wrinkles
Sweat off fat,
Build up our muscles,
Condition our heart and lungs,
Improve our diets,
Curb our vices,
Eat less red meat,
Have great sex longer,
And stay actively engaged in our jobs
Hobbies and recreations.

We canít possibly die.
Only others do.


Those poor unfortunates
Who didnít care for themselves
Who didnít practice yoga or meditation
Or played enough golf
Or dove underwater
Just for the fun of it.

And so, since it clearly doesnít involve me
Thereís no need to talk about death.
Why would I?

Where I live,
The sun is shining with no end in sight.
Death is elsewhere

In other countries maybe,
In the midsts of war, and darkness
In hospitals and nursing homes
Somewhere far outside my own life.
Itís not for me or the people I know.
Ashe~




Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-23 at 02:35

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antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
You welcome
2017-05-05


antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done Ashe,lovely poem
2017-05-04


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is excellent, Ashe. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that you lived in California.
2017-04-25


Ivan R
So heartfelt, so true and deep; it is strange to think of vanishing when all is set up to enjoy, or at least experience. To die is such a thing of mystery but you took it, shook it and made it confess its true colors; in a poem so beautiful I think it scared death away for a long, long time. Great.
2017-04-23


Dah
"Where I live,
The sun is shining with no end in sight.
Death is elsewhere" ĖĖ love this line! On its own
it's nearly haiku.

Your ideas launch my mind
flowing. This is an excellent view of your
knowledge, the way some people
rummage through the plastic possibilities
for sidestepping death.

Bravo Poet! ĖĖ))
2017-04-23


Seema
Beautiful ! The charade we put up assuming our infallibility!
Also loved ( except in those private furies). Thanks it made me smile despite its existential connotations.
2017-04-23


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Well described. Something we often don't want to think about.
2017-04-23