today is the day of the dead, so i looked around my poetry to see whether i have something on the subject. in 1988, this is what i said:
i wake up in the morning
and i realize:
death must be so sweet.death has a younger brother
and he is my lover,
death has a younger brother
and his name is sleep.
sleep is my lover.but he is my highschool sweetheart;
when i grow up
there will be death.
what do you think?
would you say it’s morbid, macabre?
melancholic, bittersweet?
realistic, natural?
spiritual, insightful?
goth?