"The Dead Are Not"
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The dead are not dead yet. Always they take their time, and we wait politely, dreading how real it will have to be, sooner or later, and at the same time longing to know that reality.
Nights, as we reach
to switch off our bed lamps
and close our eyes,
we dare it to take us
into its mouth
that smells of tar,
saltwater, sludge,
take us up then let us
tumble endlessly,
blameless again
and helpless as any new life
forced out for the first time
into the terrible light.
Patricia Traxler is the author of Forbidden Words (poems) and the novel Blood.
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