The Disappearing Man or Resist the Inevitable
The disappearing man did not select his fate.
It was no vanishing act
intended to impress.
He wished to remain intact
to arise and bathe and dress,
to chalk in another square, mark off just one more date.
Sudden stilled Earth would like to continue to turn.
What a clumsy sleight of hand,
beyond the angels’ touch,
bent under the gods’ demand
for pestilences and such,
that bade humanity embrace the ashen urn.
You, be fierce. Defy the sanitary dying.
Stand upon on your balcony
and shout and cheer and sing.
Rise up in cacophony.
Make the invisible ring.
Be seen to have courage. Be heard to be living.
©Marilyn Rea Beyer