Written by Diane Perazzo
– with gratitude for Snake Plissken
i
I heard the news of my death today.
It was whispered to me
by rustling leaves in autumn trees.
It came to me
unadorned,
common
and familiar.
The news of my death
was received at my birth
and followed through my growing.
The news of my death
rejoiced with me when my children were born
and comforted me as I sat
with my dying mother and father.
It told me tales about the ones
whose blood runs in my veins
and wept with me
for all the sorrow they endured.
ii.
Now that I am older
the news of my death comes to me often.
Sometimes in a forgetful moment
or in the dull and steady ache of my bones.
I set a place for it at my table,
invite it to enter my bed.
The news of my death nourishes me,
and makes love to me.
The news of my death reminds me
to be grateful
when I wake up
in the fresh new light of day.
And when my time to leave this world comes,
I will be thankful.
For though the news of my death
has preceded me
it will labour with me at the end
and together we will celebrate
the story of my dying life.
Text © Diane Perazzo
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Very much ´zen´.
When I have time to die / much to busy now / I will remember your poem.
kind regards, Drager
we are all, constantly reminded of how death is so close, that we shouldn’t take anything for granted, and, most of still, work our best to, shake of the thought of death, because we fear the, inevitable, because we can’t face up to our own, mortality.