finale

The GRIM

drip...drip...drip...
blood spreads thinly across brick
as hard as the
unbreakable concept of death.
there is no running
or hiding from this solid end
life is fragile but death is firm and resilient
tick...tick...tick...
are its sounds drawing near
it is what you hear
the sounds of hollow faces
speaking in empty tongues
with empty recognition of what
they are and where they must go
thump...thump...thump...
as black heavy filth
is tossed on your box
rigid self rest
still of breath
empty is your voice
blank is your mind
you are denied more time
and
that
is
that!
8/12/05