I was coming closer,
step by step,
and yet I had no idea why I was going to her.
With my death, one year earlier everything about me had died...
my idealism, knowledge, work, and of course my love
now, when I was just crawling from the grave
why should I come to frighten her?
With the old sea chanty calling me, I could not stop my feet.
The weakest thing about me was my body.
It could be torn to shreds and the pieces tossed to the winds,
but my willpower would still direct those pieces to ride the wind toward her.
Death was nothing to me,
after all I had plenty of it,
could pay with it just like signing checks.
In this one way I could say that I am richer than anyone else.
submission date October 1 2012
