June 12, 2026Missive
I hope she will be okay
lossidentitymortality
I hope she will be okay.
Death is an unkind cut
What good does it do
What does it mean
Nobody knows.
Is there a connection
A meeting of minds
A halfway house
A community of strangers
Making their way
To the other side,
If there is one.
The signs are not good
The science is against it
But nobody believes
That
Anymore.
Opinion is all that matters
And my voice
Is louder than yours
Because I say so
Stop banging on
You are doing my head in
Trying to defend
The indefensible.
Death is a non-negotiable
We try to ignore
Until we
No longer can.