now death the criminal

[revolutionR]

Now death itself is the criminal
Death with the face of a whore
with the downtrodden, dispossessed and poor
death with with the face of the black sun
death better then a plastic jesus on the dashboard
death now appearing in the guise of a grandmother
a skeleton with the shape of a lover
a skull whose mask welcomes the other
she exists on the edge of civilization and time
she is the most wanted for the crime of existence
calling to the dispossessed who exist in the vacuum
between arbitrary heaven and manufactured hell
between saints and sinners who define each other
she excepts all who enter her sleazy realm
decked with cheap perfume and holy rose water
with trinkets of terror and toys of torture with drugs, guns
and offerings of Night train bottles and Thunderbird
waiting in the intoxicating rain for a fix of oblivion
the word is out death herself is a criminal among gypsies
and thieves, she stands surrounded by the fall of leaves
she glows in the mist of history like the ultimate question mark
there with the fallen angels of dirty novels and killer poetry
somewhere between light and dark she excepts your sins
as tribute only if you offer them to her with a complete memory
where your entire life passes before you and her in the flame
of the candles that surround the endless ceremony of passing
she demands your pleasure as you make love to her in total
surrender to her charms and her bridal veil of redemption
death the criminal by those who shovel her under the carnival carpet
those who try to bury her in plastic flowers made in factories overseas
those who try to cover her nakedness of spirit with magazine covers
death the criminal that lives in your maze of contraband consciousness
who hangs out in churches and temples and the underground headquarters
there she is in all her marginalized glory if you come close she will tell
you her story of dust and betrayal of all who have been dumped in this world

[dadio]

Deep poem. Death. I know her too well

[mtmynd]

death in the feminine...death to the life-giver that again takes life as well...

good read that more should read... it speaks of the opposition that stalks us all.

("excepts" as "accepts"...? curious)

[revolutionR]

hmmm....interesting, the play on those two words
I make a lot of mistakes on words, and spelling
but a lot of the times I just let the words fall where they may
in this case the fact that you caught that, and the fact that it
could go either way, but in the spirit of the poem I guess, accepts
is the right choice.

actually this poem is influenced by reading about Santa Muerte
I just let my surrealist imagination do the rest.

[creativesoul]

wow=death is quite sudden- in some ways mysterious-

[revolutionR]

yes sudden and mysterious like
it sneaks up on you
and you just can't look it in the eye
no matter how much you try
no matter how much you hope
it just passes by
but when it takes your loved one
and you are left watching helpless
as it takes her last breath with it
oh death you have me where you
want me, left me here all alone again
now you and I can become aquainted