serfs peasants tell each other death happens
the moment a body becomes
a straw house shucked
from the life that had lived
inside it as a hermit
the child marcellus heard
at the death that happens in winter the last
breath will be seen to rise
as a puffed smoke from a chimney mouth
as the the ascetic soul leaves the house never to return
the night previous bernardo too had met
the hermit in the guise of the dead
king hamlet made of starlight
in that hour the royal
recluse wandered the night of the rest of time
til his destiny would be accomplished
his fate achieved
til he'd be completed
that second night they met
that desolate dane again they were
not surprised no more amazed nor afraid
than we'll be when we see
the descent of the lonely christ
down the horizon of the morning
in a chariot of cloud pulled
by a cascade of cloud horses
serfs peasants tell each other death happens
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