Dissolution
The lid closes,
ahead of time...
Echoing, the coffin screeches.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
flesh within flesh,
decaying.
Put a coin in his hand.
Pay the ferryman.
I ask for money not!
Return!
My gold, your gold,
Behold!
We cross the Galactic Border!
I fed the soil, I fed its soul,
I’ve burned their hearts, and evaporated.
I laughed.
‘What have you to offer?’
“Well, there’s this coin,
and some memories.”
What did he remember?
Hope.
‘Take thy hope and transcend
thyself!’
The next handed some gold.
The Earth rained gold upon the poor;
the Ferryman said,
‘No man pays his way into Heaven!’
I laughed!
He shrieked!
The poor rejoiced,
until kings took away their freedom.
The king came.
‘What have you to offer?’
“Where is thy golden ship, Ferryman?”
‘What have you to offer?’
“Bring me my slaves!
I ask for my palace!
For God sent me to lead
people into perdition!”
I put my hand forward.
‘Hand yourself over!’
The king slapped my wrist,
the Ferryman tumbled the sky
upon the Earth.
“Why, God?” cried the poor,
and God said unto me:
“They shall not rise!”
The king was greeted by poverty,
upon return.
I collapsed the Galactic Border.
‘Make room! I must be born!’
The Ferryman was not there anymore.
If I seek to dissolve,
I shall pay for my leaving.
I’ve come to crash the Earth against the sky.