My insides shift
Pulled by the tidal forces
Of my fathers death mask
From beyond the grave.
Like the moon below the horizon,
Deaths head dentured grin.
The future invading my insides,
Transforming me into its own image,
Like a parasitic worm.
If I stop moving,
Rusty iron rod brittle white bones
Speared into the ground,
Why fear the Distinguished Gentleman?
Because his name is Death.
Sunken closed eyes see nothing
Because all is known.
Come with me
The final realisation:
I am my sons Death,
Welcoming him with outstretched bony arms.
And so it goes.
I knowI noticed the blazing orange sunset through the airport window first, and then I noticed the woman looking at the sunset through the glass. She was shapely and elegantly dressed, with stylish brunette hair which had just a pleasing hint of disarray. Maybe the woman felt my gaze on her back, because she turned her head to glance at me, before turning back to stare pointedly at the sunset. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I thought, and walked over to stand casually next to her.
Thats some sunset, isnt it? I said as my opening line. It is she replied without looking at me. I waited a moment so as not to appear too eager, before I asked Are you waiting to meet someone?
Yes, I am, she said, and turned to me and smiled. Her face knocked the wind out of my sails momentarily. She had a warm, personal glow about her, and there was a look on her face as if she had known me
A visit with a clairvoyant
I looked into the clairvoyant's glass and posed my question: "I want to go for a bike ride, work in the garden, and get the washing done. Would it be better to do that on Saturday, or Sunday?".
The clairvoyant answered "Saturday will be 23 degrees with high cloud, and Sunday will be rainy all day, so get your outdoor activities done on Saturday".
I thanked the clairvoyant. He'd answered so decisively, I thought I might as well ask him what date I was going to die on. It would be handy to know, so you don't waste time doing the grocery shopping or the ironing if you know you're going to die the next day.
He showed me a heartwarming vision of a man helping some ducklings down off a roof, and the ducklings waddling off to a river. I didn't understand the symbology. Was he saying I was going to fall to my death? Or drown? What about the "when"? I gave up on the clairvoyant and turned him off.