Words From Kafka - Ed Coletti

[Lawrence Robinson]

Words From Kafka

Lady’s eyes opened to her shamed belief
she’d let me down she who very much the lady
she who for the first time shat the carpet
she who appeared to us to be pleading for release
she who we were pretty certain knew she was dying
she with no conceivable notion of what it all meant
she was love trust companion sad it was over
no notion of her life’s meaning and certainly no Kafka

All those shells those crustacean bodies swept up
on the shores of Bodega Bay they had gone along
with the flow without knowledge of any reason
They were done and fulfilled with their endings
And of beginnings does any wooly caterpillar
envision for a mere instant its impending
metamorphosis?  Not much Kafka here either
Nor can any Blake or Rilke angel fully fathom reason

Having spent the greater portion of my rational years
dwelling upon the meaning of life and the fear of death
I discovered my self to be pleasantly serene as I lay dying
as my lungs filled with emboli and as my brain began to bleed
and again when that same brain went into electrical seizure
and even that sense of actually entering the realm of death
no white light no angel no fear of a heaven or a hell
merely the sense that all would be well that I might die

Or that if I lived I would follow advice and endeavor 
to age gracefully though being anything but perfect I would 
stray from the serenity known during ideal dying moments

The trick lies deep within the words of the aforementioned

Franz Kafka: 		   The meaning of life is that it ends
those of Kurt Vonnegut:	   	…and so it goes

	- Ed Coletti
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