Death Land Close

Death Land Close
by Keaton Foster



Above,
Below,
A raven
Floats,
A bird
Of yore,
A message
Galore.
Death
Lands close,
Right here,
Right now,
Within reach.
Yours,
Not mine.
Let me see
Deeper still.
Let me peer
Into one’s eyes.
Let me find
What most
Won’t seek.
Pierce my heart,
Enter this mind,
Infect my life
With a truth
About an end
That I’ll face,
One I’ll believe.
Fate and faith,
One and the same.
God and the devil,
Two of a kind,
Friends, not mine.
Death lands close.
Don’t fly away,
Don’t soar anymore.
Let me see
What will
And must be.
I have no fear,
I am not afraid.
Two similar things,
Not quite the same.
At some point,
Most,
One must accept
That which is
And has been.
Fate,
Not just a word,
Not just an ideal,
But for me
What is most real.
Dark is the coat,
Feathers like silk,
Eyes like jewels,
Blackened stones,
A ghostly abode
Devoid of a soul.
Astute
Within meaning,
Defining
All purpose.
The weight carried
Aloft, higher above,
Is far greater still
Than any burden
We have come to feel.
You are very real,
And now I know
Why what is real
Feels most like home.
I’m ready to go,
To leave what is here
For what is not
Or won’t ever again be.
Fear is what I have felt,
And why I must ask this.
What I wish to know:
Death,
Land close,
Within all reach,
Within what is true,
And how I have always felt,
And what I want to feel.
Nothing sounds empty,
But everything known
To me now
Is colder still…



Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2023