Except

waiting, like a dead fly

to be resurrected 

Except

the rational glare

of sane and mechanical hum

is a stone making ascension

To the skies of wild 

A quiet death.

Reviews

[Emily B]

i heard a fly buzz when i died

you take the old favorite and make it modern and alive again

[Emily B]

looking forward to reading more of you

[Pax Analog]

Concisely striking delineation of poetry's truth of everything turning into everything else. And at the greatest depth, death turns to life turns to death. . .perpetual resurrection.