To love what death doesn’t touch - Donna Tart (poetry version by me)
That life
whatever else it is
is short.
That fate
is cruel
but maybe
not random.
That Nature
(meaning Death)
always wins
but that doesn't mean
we have to
bow and grovel to it.
That maybe
even if we're not always
so glad to be here,
it's our task
to immerse ourselves anyway:
wade straight through it,
right through the cesspool,
while keeping
eyes and hearts open.
And in the midst of our dying,
as we rise from the organic
and sink back ignominiously,
it is a glory
and a privilege
to love
what Death doesn't touch.
