Flesh by Alex Forsberg

The moment of death
Isn't even brief.
It goes completely unnoticed
Despite the heat of
all behind it
In a passing shift,
Not even whispered,
Everything is lost.
Helpless,
Not even aware
Of fading awareness,
Completely vulnerable
To the emptiness of that moment,
You don't even feel empty.

The impending weight doesn't even allow us a moment's resonance

We allow it
Allow that passing moment resonance,
Boundless resonance
Allow this indignity
to run through you
As some nameless rhythm
Allow it to wade through your skin
As the wind engulfs your arms
As the water sprawls through your hair
As you find yourself hating those you love
As you find yourself lying naked in moist dirt,
Your fingers burying themselves.
Allow it to resonate
In the darkly tinged crimson
Of the blood streaking down your chest

I hold you in my arms
As a creature
I see you lift
Your head
Your eyes
As a creature,
Bound in time.
You are holy
and wholly a creature

I hope your flesh is ripped
I hope your voice is cracked
I hope your scream goes unheard
I hope your lips sink
into my lips
Only to pull away

I hope your flesh is ripped