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Fading

by Jeremy Magee



The plastic has gone out
of tune. Steel is
curving like
a
snake.
I have snapped my ankle,
under the wheel which
burdens my chest. Stars
burn like a sparkler.
The faint sound of
a howl is rising like smoke
from the edge of the grass.

Light takes her
tongue over my face and
arms. Dark puts his hand
over my exposed back.
Beautiful.

Sweet cement.
Turning rocks into
wires on which I dance.
You wear simple stripes.
Moonlight drones on and on
about your smooth skin.
You are slowly turning red
and my eyelids are closing.
Numb.
Beautiful.

06/04/2002

Author's Note: After losing my girlfriend in the winter of 2001 to a terrible car accident, a recurring theme in my poetry became what that kind of death must feel like.

Posted on 10/26/2007
Copyright © 2010 Jeremy Magee

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/26/07 at 12:23 PM

The mixing of senses, disjointedness of body and vision, the arch into sensuality in "Light" and "Dark" the following ot the trail into the surreal yet simple "numb" last awareness "slowly turning" into her, into you--exquisite.

Posted by Just Kibbe on 10/28/07 at 06:16 PM

a certain and imaginative look at death, that though dismal is also enjoyable because of its original images. welcome

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/27/09 at 08:39 AM

The juxtaposition of injury and pain to Beautiful suggests to me that dying can be excuriating but death a "friend"! A unique view of tragedy.

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