Joshua Gage: from Necromancy ::: Death

Spring '08 TOC

People whisper my name from the shadows
of their mouths. Your life is a party.
I am the guest who is hours early
and keeps you from setting your table.
I am the guest who arrives after everyone
leaves, the wine bottles emptied, and the plates
already cleaned. You don’t remember
inviting me. You only know
that I am sure to come. You send me
your children to harvest, then blame me
when they are gone, but I am innocent.
I did not plant these seeds in the sand.
I only gather what you throw away.

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