issue 26 > poetry > kuspit
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in homage to death viii
by Donald Kuspit
death shall not
part us,
nor unite us,
but linger
in us,
emblem of our enigma
to each other,
sign
of the solitude
that sustains us,
the unimaginable
that imagines
us,
as forgetable
as it is inevitable.
the unconscious inconsolable,
consciousness
abandoned like a sinking ship,
the flood
of fantasy
on which we float
in a raft
of wonder,
remnants
of what might have been
the lifeboat
of memory,
lovers adrift
in the myth of ourselves.
our restless hopes
fly from
the ark
to nest in the nothingness,
and breed shells of stars
in the forgotten sky,
furtively seen
through the searchlit eyes
of your brittle luminosity.
our skulls more fertile
than our fears,
o bones of my vision,
dance with all the other skeletal insights.