“Dying Runs in My Family” is a small book of ten poems. Each poem addresses, in some way, the theme of death. You can read these poems aloud, and enjoy their particular music, or you can contemplate them in silence. Either way, it’ll cost you less than a buck.
When I was young, I had a flippant attitude towards death in public (several poems in the present volume reflect that flippancy). In private, and in my dreams, I was deeply afraid of dying. I still remember the dream (a nightmare, really) I had in my early twenties: I dreamt of walking down a long, very dark hallway toward a distant door. At the bottom of the door, there was a streak of light that seemed to beckon me onward. When I got to the door, and opened it, I was overwhelmed by incredible brightness and exhilaration. Then I woke up, trembling and sweating.
As I have grown older, (I don’t like to say “grown old”, because there is a large part of me that feels forever young), I have come to accept the inevitability of the dying process. I do not like it, but I accept it. At the same time, there is still a young boy inside me, calling out:
“Oh, God, that people have to die!
“It sickens me; I want to cry....”
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