Intensely dead


Past path, narrow, only one belief —

the departed fall straight from life

to deceased. This truth dies.


Lightning strikes two lovers, eight, 

nine times — each survives. 

Seared inside out, maker met, 


hair turned white, skin, charred,

they return to life. No more

a given, the final dip. Now,


it's a matter of depth, degree.

Diving to a deeper death, past 

passed away. Intensely dead.


Where we pray granite pages 

of our afterlives will become 

stuck together with dried tears.

                            Timothy Pilgrim