The mind’s carcass.

Mortality had the
mind still pulsating
while the body
started to decay.

No longer would
the thoughts run
over the hills
to far-away dreams lost
on mortality’s horizon.

Like a hermit crab
the mind will lose its shell,
the body no more
but a carcass.

Where thoughts lie
once footprints on sand
disappear on the tide-
final moments caressed
awashed by memories,
time’s wand now erases
an ocean of thoughts.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the body will deteriorate often before the mind...especially with certain diseases...
such a sad state when we are in a bad carcass...but still imagine we can do the things we no longer can.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Many thanks for your words and appreciate a visit these lean days !