Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “In Reverse, We Do Not Die” by Kris Rhodes. Mr. Rhodes is a philosophy professor residing in Indianapolis. His poems have been featured at poetrycircle.org.
In reverse, we do not die.
We coalesce. From dust
to mud to flesh.
A thousand bits of ghost
a sudden breath.
Poet’s Notes: This poem was written almost ten years ago. I tried to write it so as to appear (but only appear) to find a kind of hope in death. I say “only appear to find,” because, of course, any hope found in the way illustrated in the poem is, ultimately, hopeless--resting as it does on an impossibility.
Editor’s Note: I like the way the poet plays with time here.