a poem: death is everywhere

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death is everywhere,
if we’ll allow it…
if we’ll honor it.

death follows us around’n’around
in its merry-go-gone fashion

it’s in the ends of books
and coffee-tea cups
it’s in the ends of phone calls
and every facetimes
it’s at the end of the
rolled up tube of teeth-paste
and right there too,
at the end of the minty mouth-full

death is everywhere,
if we’ll allow it
allow it to saturate and simmer
in our bones
not to boil our blood
to make re-membering
a part of our now.

re-membering ourselves
into whole-ness
this holy mess
of being:
that is the beauty of life
and the bitter-sweet end in death

a meal that’s one bite too short
a moment that ends instead of living on forever
a breath, a song, a roaring laugh, a helluva good time, each moment in life
comes to its own end
comes to its own death

death is everywhere,
if we’ll honor it
honor it by grasping
each side of that moment,
that note,
that chuckle,
that sip,
that bite,
that paragraph,
that hug,
that smile,
those tears,
this sadness,
that mouth-full,
that facetime-phone-call

wrap arms around it
to draw it in here
pow. right here
in my-your-our heart
to carry its memory
time eternal
as we continue
on
in our re-membering

re-membering ourselves
into whole-ness
this holy mess
of being

death is…
is fallen petals
is crisp-crunchy leaves
is sawed trunks
is standing ovation
is The End
is the end

is a note, tucked away at the end of a symphony, a song, this melody
death too, will come to the end of this poe…

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