He whispered in my ear

with a holy voice

that captured my senses

and shoved me to the ground.

He took hold of my

neck and squeezed as

hard as He could,

choking me of what

once existed.

But—-How Can I Begin to Understand Him?

Death is an angel,

quite sacred indeed,

He is a paradox,

an irony,

a metaphor,

a reason,

a figure that never fails

to be honest,

even in a universe

where everything hides

from the truth

and basks in constant

denial.

For Alex