I See You've Called in Dead

by John Kenney

How rude of the dead to die. How selfish. Wherever they are, no pain, in eternal darkness or wondrous afterlife. And here we are, tears streaming down our cheeks, the knotted stomach and clammy palms, a feeling akin to falling, in a dream that won’t end.

What death dares us to do, is celebrate it. To celebrate the gift of life in its fleeting face.”