The Day I Die
Everything here is silence ...
The church bells, hushed.
I can’t hear my mother calling us to dinner.
That rumor of doors which announced
your entry is mum.
Cicadas won’t come to wake me,
nor will the cold force me to your arms.
Here, where my lifeless body lies,
I miss the awful noise of the clock.
I understand the cries which bring
the best news of the day, I'm not
under the morning sun with pregnant eyes.
I won't give cheers to the passing hours.
My heart no longer beats on that side of time.