Death Don’t Have No Hold

a body fooled into painlessness
with drug induced digestion and enforced sleep
with feet which should walk in pastures
and hands should squeeze a peach*

the body still pretends to be alive
missing stars most nights
and wrestling worlds about a broken head
onto a paper sky

the ancient sea chanty reads
“Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again”**
and death don’t have no hold on me

by Paul Bourgeois, October, 2016
* TS Eliot, The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock
** Dylan Thomas, Death Shall Have no Dominion

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