Monday, April 8, 2013


Be ready for the black pall. Black orchids. Black sky.
If I could say death without stammering,
though not that, more like blocking, words caught
somewhere between the mind and mouth,
I would enter the aftermath
measuring the speed of light after life.

(8 April 2013: II)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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