On Death. – a poem by Riley Bounds

On Death.
 
In the space
where life
either bleeds
through linen
and strings
on tile 
or faces
melt
through tables,
or in the space
where life
simply
leaves,
vagabond
through zodiacal
clouds
and dust,
there’s no place
left for messengers.

Riley Bounds’ work has appeared or is forthcoming in Ekstasis MagazineHeart of Flesh Literary JournalThis Present Former Glory: An Anthology of Honest Spiritual Literature, and Saccharine Poetry, among others.  He is Editor of Solum Literary Press and Solum Journal.  He lives in La Mirada, California.

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