The Morning that Follows an Eternal Sleep

Bridget Lang , Contributing Writer

If dying truly was an end

(as some may believe), a conclusion to life,

why then if you should lose one so abruptly

do you feel as if your own life has ended?

why should it be so painful, the late evening?

It signifies for us an indelible curse

so horrid it is only sustained

in a pain which the rogue delivers to burn,

burns that might very well be tattoos,

markings from the dark house of treasures

from that eternal depth that has a name,

and that life distorts in in its vision.

Who will you be this morning in your wake

Into the light, on the upper side of hell?