I don't mind if I die
I see my face
With Shadows
of bruise.
Empty of blood
Skin sunk like
Galleon treasure
To rocks of skull.
I am going to die -
Is it a premonition?
That this flesh and blood boy
Under my ribs
I breathed into life
Will cast me asunder
to my end?
That this longed for
Boy
Will be a culmination
Of a Life's work?
That I will expel him
To the mercy of the fates
And exhaling last breath
Exalt his name.
While his heart beats outside
Of me,
Like the red pulse
Birthing blood
To carry my soul away.
Or - just quietly-
Does every mother
Stand here and wave
To Death,
Across the membrane.
Timidly, flirtatious
A salute.
A look of wondered recognition.
A sigh
Of knowing the journey
either way.
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