On death

This bone beneath stretched skin
This flesh that keeps the life in

Each step leads to an abyss
Blaze of fate in the night
Then comes the darkness —
No first draft, and no rewrite

Auden is no consolation
The clocks do not relent
Life is its own consecration
And death its last lament

This blood flowing free
This body broken irreparably

My friend died and I wake again