Quarterly Poem Showcase

from Poems about Death and Transformation

I thought we made the deal to follow and be followed into the dark / I thought I’d 

have the warmth at the end of the day / Maybe it's beautiful that I believed so / 

maybe it’s beautiful I / could believe / again / I hold both loss / and / promise of 

the future / in my chest / and they chase each other/ like sparrows / they devour 

each other/ like the snake that eats its own tail / both flutter / both consume / the 

way I thought I’d follow/ and be followed/ into the dark / and I guess/ like 

sparrows fly / like the snake eats its own tail / I believe / in my warmth / in my 

follow