This was the poem I submitted that got shortlisted in Angelic Dynamo. - Meditations on Death

meditations on death.

for keith douglas

1

suicide is simple
takes one
no second

death
takes all
a whole fucking
lifetime

death and i

are won

2

when death
a mosquito
approaches
a stone,
a shadow
i
fall/s on it

is there a hand
behind the wings
can squash it?
or under the stone
can remove it?

a slight weight
it shifts about
uneasy, flutters
till it settles
abrupt or slow
perceptible
on its shadow
weightless
ly

ergonomics:
if you or i die
death "becomes" us

a dream
dissipates
smoke
nothing left
except, maybe
a cross become crown?


3.

The mosquito drinks my blood. i do not like it. i kill the mosquito. i am death.
Death kills me later. it does not like it that i took its place. i drank its blood.
Who kills death? does god? god drinks death's blood.
Mosquito, i, mankind and breath
Return to the no thing we all came from.

All things return to god behind death.


4
when you or i die
death becomes "us".

are we its shadows?
is death then, the Real?

i do not believe

we who believe
in words of power
the power of words
in the word love
the desire of ages
dayspring from high
bright morning star
will not die
but sing on
come back to life
e'en if we die
because of the heat
the word- fire of
the fiery image
of love that dost
conquer us all

& fortune
favouring
bestowing
its virtue
on the bold & the brave

and the ones lovelorn

on the cold and the grave

and the ones lovelorn

singing this poem
loud and clear
the poem of love
the one, eternal poem.


--
A.V.Koshy