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I was the word before life gave promise to shoulder the nurturing need of serpants and men, before breezes streamed aromatic air from distant callings that tended senses of gratitude, purpose and mysticism.

I was afterthought before thinking, before passion painted gullies with the heavy of falling rain that drew life back to mighty oaks reaching high for God’s exaltation.

Many have shunned me away into broken bits like hope receded when plagues cauterize minds closed to believe that all things, in time, neither grieve nor dissipate.

I was the withering of sight and touch as dark curvature on the straight and narrow of their savior’s misgiving when they believed angels could lift them beyond life’s true humanity.

They have called me by many names, those whose tribunal sat upon pages in books of man and his dungeon-like manifestos.

I am a recurring blood-right written and rewritten as Alpha and Omega, born and reborn like stardust to be cast then exhumed far and wide that fate’s fingers might retract and expand like their prophecies have spilled as black tar upon the condemned.

Wishing has never eluded a clutch of my demand, nor plea or calling upon sacred alters, for even their Christ and tongues run dry in the mouth of my inevitability, for I am what is, what was and what shall always be for all time.

I am Death.

About this poem

This is a poetic outtake on death.

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Written on December 28, 2022

Submitted by Symmetry58 on December 28, 2022

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Steve Dupere

Steve has been writing poetry for 25 years. To date his work includes his book of poetry entitled, Waltz of Semantic Tongues. (Blurb.com) more…

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  • lovingempath
    OMG! It was actually a toss-up between your two submissions. It came down to the wire, so I flipped a coin and gave my vote to 'Soldier'. Obviously you are an extremely talented word-smith. This blows me away!! 
    LikeReply 12 months ago
    • lovingempath
      p.s. You captured the essence of 'death', visually and spiritually with this beautiful rendering of a topic not many poets would dare to embrace. Thank-you.
      LikeReply 12 months ago
    • Symmetry58
      I'm sorry, Robin, I just now saw your comment as I was looking to edit poems. I really hope you understand that in this short time we've become friends, that you are VERY important to me. True, we've never met, and may never meet, but I sense you so so strongly in everything you do and stand for. I just sense you.

      I hope this doesn't sound creepy, but I really am glad to know you. To have a brilliant writer like you lending praise to me means the world. You truly inspire me to write and create more works. I hope you, too, will never stop expressing yourself just as I hope, too, that I hold some significance for you. You truly are a great writer and person, Robin.

      THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! for your kindness.
      LikeReply 12 months ago
    • lovingempath
      I am speechless, and that doesn't happen very often. Thank-you for being my friend :). And no...that didn't sound creepy at all. I thought everything you said was highly complimentary and inspiring.
      LikeReply 12 months ago
    • Symmetry58
      I hope your spirits are as high as the season affords for. If you're anything like me, horror fan and all, then I know this time of year can be an uphill climb. Dark days leave my spirit in a dark haze many times. If not for writing and the gym, I'd be snorting Coco Puffs through a curly-Q straw in a padded room somewhere in Bucktooth Montana.

      FYI: Yesterday I managed to forge one of my best-ever rhyming poems...or should I say, it wrote me. I started with a single thought/concept that was leading me high and low with no sure destination in mind. As I progressed, it really began to take shape. Whether or not anyone else thinks it's worth a damn remains to be seen, but I thought it came out the bomb. I'll enter it into one of the coming contests. We shall see. Sharpen those skills, Momma, cuz Daddy be sizzlin'.
      LikeReply 12 months ago
    • Symmetry58
      Also, I will seek to be publishing a book sometime in 2023. I'm hoping
      to get it up and running on Amazon at some point. I'll let you know when
      and where upon completion. I'll need to develop some sort of marketing
      schematic even though poetry books make approximately no income whatsoever. I'll do
      it despite said fact. This is simply a personal accomplishment I'd like
      to achieve before God claims my bones.
      LikeReply2 months ago
    • lovingempath
      LOL 'Captain Crunch' gives a little extra kick :).
      LikeReply2 months ago
    • Symmetry58
      Coco Puffs indicative of the "cuckoo" moniker, hence. Tell me I'm not adorable without breaking into song and dance, Robin. I double dare ya!
      LikeReply2 months ago


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