And Yet Death Comes To This Place (from The Songs Of The Erinnyes, Sonnets, Odes, and Elegies by Jay Noya, Brigantium Press)

And yet death comes to this place
A not fabled or tamed death
A railway yard death miles and time worn
Anonymous from station to station
Platform to platform without end
Without known or seen or rumored profit
Leave-taking without words and gestures
Leave-taking without a face to go by
And recollect years later
And fasten one’s anguish and remorse to
This is a wordless place where death brings
The carrion birds over
And I’ve told them plenty
I’ve confessed and owned up to my vagrant ways
I said that you’ll find me one day
Wandering passing through
This other place I’ve got a postcard of
It won’t always be a nameless place
It won’t always be like this
Walking to the edge of things
Walking to the edge of ideas in a place like this
Where death cajoles the carrion birds to land


© J. Noya 2006