Silence like a cancer grows
No longer in pain
Death – it is something all
experiences when life has become only a
The soul leaves when it knows
that it can fight no longer.
At peace – asleep; that is how he looks
at the first glimpse from the
The motion of air circulating
through the lungs, however –
it can not be seen.
Silence – not even the wings rubbing
together from the cicada can be heard;
as nature knows not to make a sound – a moment of silence for the
I wrote this poem five years ago.
It’s funny, I hadn’t actually seen a real dead body before when I wrote this, but at Vian’s funeral he actually did look asleep and finally at peace.