Death is the one event that everyone knows
never happens the way it is supposed to.
Death is a secret realm. It has an entrance with
fountains scented with lavender masking the stench
of blood. On the loudspeakers, the rhythms of eternity.
On the front door, a quote by Rachel Carson:
each grain on a beach is the result of processes
that go back into the shadowy beginnings of life.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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