Word Acts: As She Lay Dying
Every dying be like
joining a black hole―
Lawrence Willson's poem concerns visions and new beginnings.
On her way out she did say
she was seeing the world for
the first time, things flowing by
glowing, rising, falling;
thus looking, she said, listen:
You can hear what the dead hear
glistening life vibrating
like the human heart pounding
or a pulsar pulsing, nay,
a quasar crying, “black hole”
Every dying be like
joining a black hole;
so much dazzling light letting
even the blind to see through
some parallel place to be
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This poem first appear in
http://www.allrivers.org/Voices_of_Diversity_Articles.html.
