With Few Exceptions - Rebecca del Rio

Larry Robinson Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Tue Sep 2 07:07:08 PDT 2014


With Few Exceptions

All death is generic, off the
rack, or on, it's one thing or
another. Old age, that Fool
who crossed the centerline
with whom you now share
That same sad anniversary. 

Death of the celebrated is
still simply a dissolution of
sorts, even assassinations,
poisonings, softly in the
Bed-You-Made. Generic,

not custom, not special, an 
Organ or another fails, a cell spirals
into more, then more, replicating
its cruel self. All death is like that
not exceptional unless

You're the one jogging that
Lonely stretch of beach just as
a rotting Whale reaches gaseous
Perfection and explodes,
or while walking the dog, a perigee moon

making midnight into day, a drop 
of Space Detritus finds you unaware
and unafraid and the dog stays beside
you while you gratefully 
tell your life goodbye. 

	- Rebecca del Rio 


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