David Taylor - *alone*

what should be an invigorating freshness
a chill inside (shaking heart beats)
traffic on the road silent rising clanking passing
(silent again)

phone rings silence, recorded voice speaks
a real person with taped speech
(a recorded message would be better?)
selling cheap energy

i think i will buy some flowers
(petals coloured fragrance)
arrange them in a wreath
celebrate my death

reports of (my) death greatly exaggerated
until the silence speaks
with the voice
of great souls (departed)

come in they say
(here is the place)
to be;
alone in eternity.

David Taylor

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-526/