THANATOS

THANATOS

 

I wish I wanted to live

More than I do this drive

To say no to life is sly

Not a drive at all but a stroll

A quiet voice whose droll

Persistence rises to a cry

When the stark difference

Of black and white has faded

Strange how I’m elated

Not to care about the scents

Of manure in the field

When primrose and violet spring

Their blended voices sing

Cardinal and crow one wheeled

Spinning Jenny strung

With day and night young

And old among the strings

That bind my wings.