Think on Death
Think on Death. Nature requires it.
Go out, she says, how you came in.
That undemonstrative, unflurried
flip you made, from death to life,
do it again – backwards! You've tried
to live eyes-open, no shame in
thinking you've seen those fires lit
that needed kindling. Ockham's knife
trims off the secret light, its glib
promises, the fathomless dark,
same story. You've done alright from life,
you're repaid. Time you left the park
for others to rust in. Once your crib
nudged theirs from the nursery: they went,
with fair grace. Now it's you. Be content.
from The Sadness of Animals (Canterbury: San Marco Press, 2012).