To Die,To Lose

I think I understand

the great defeat-

A moment staring blankly

at the sky.

A rattle from the lungs

and to the cheek.

The bones so stiff

but light like lullabies.

Oh, but the synapses fire still.

Remember the lines we drew

as children in the sand?

And the bridges we crossed

over mud that made our feet like clay?

I think I understand-

That lost in all the years

is black and white

so we live in shades that swirl

between the two-

A familiar and ungodly, troubled hue.

To be a bitter soul and live in doubt

To wipe away, not winnow,

all this sand.

I breath my last and

then become the land.