The Fun Part About Dying

Author(s) : Fabrice Poussin,
poetry, issue-three

The poet is not always out of his mind
though he often is out of his element
in a realm made of aching torments
raging torrents and mad hurricanes.

She almost always finds humor upon the stage
of a world in constant transition to the abyss.

He is full of memories of bliss and ecstasy
and smiles at the growling heavens above.

Man should learn to partake in the ceremony
as the clouds close in with their threatening auras
ready to dart their icy spears at the innocent below.

For there, is the sublimation of the common souls
roaming on the strangest streets among the lost
like ragpickers of old, swimming in the dirty curbs
which carry lives to their permanent homes in hell.

Standing unmoved by the chaos of an impending doom
she holds his hand and smiles for a last moment
beneath the wrinkles of a ruined carcass
she senses all that was ever delight in her days.

Soon she will join the forgotten departed
leaving behind the bones of that worn out frame
but not until a last breath lets her cry her pleasure
for she knows eternal bliss awaits her in the darkness.

 


Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.