Death Alone

A march of one

not knowing when

the heart takes 

last shot and shock

lone to the loss of all swarms

your universal love impersonal

in the end no special serenade

the quiet of few words and no-one

the fair weather chit chat

farewells unable to warm

while alive - the normal

white surface of not much

there's no more going on

so better the world dies

as it does - bustling with

biology to so many last breaths

I can't say it's better to have

survived. It brought knowledge

of thin bond and strings

because all others couldn't be there

for you walked and wandered

with your conversing shadow

once weighted on underworld scales

words on unwitnessed transcript

the book of the dead 

broken codes of impossible 

alterity all downward whole

til no direction, no felt field.