Τђє Fall

A Poem by Carlton Carr

We fall because of broken buttons
because of shoes discarded
and hairs around your ankles
flattened by socks
torn from your feet

The fleeting heartbeat
caused by buckles unclasping
and zippers and poppers
and shallow life
startled
starts sudden wanting

Waiting for the wave to lick my toes
the thinness of death to clothe me
the blood flood of slowness
strikes eyesight and earshot
and brain cells and blood cells
beat to its call

We walk into the deep
with the sound of cufflinks
clinking into an ashtray
and bodies being lowered into the waves

We are corpses waiting for the tomb
we offer ourselves as ashes to annihilation
to the secret silence
of the graves