Death As House Guest

If I met you on the road
Say, at Halloween or Christmas, I
like to think I would know you —
a bright “Ah-hA” moment inside my mind.

But, this is doubtful
and troublesome because
I’m not sure I’d recognize
your presence on that day any more
than I do your absence on this day.

I like to think there is
a quieter quiet; a more solemn
hush to the air when you arrive —


like some new guest who walks
into the house
with his suitcase
to spend the holidays and
he is distinctly there
roaring in his own noises, singular in smell,
his dress-shoes clopping – clikee-clop, clikee-
clop-clop down the hall,
up the steps to stand
on the landing, studiously
trying to decide
which bedroom to enter.

~January 2012

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4 thoughts on “Death As House Guest

    • Thanks so much Tom! I appreciate your reading and thanks for such lovely compliments! You might find it interesting – I worked as a Cemeterian for almost 4 years (attending all funerals as well as handling sales, interments, etc) and it greatly influenced my perception of death in his many guises.

      Thanks so much again! ~Blessings:)

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