By Chad Hollis
Death smears like chocolate
its soul so dark and vulnerable
it takes the shape
that our energy moves it to be
as it hides beneath talking winds and
moves like a shadow in late Autumn
Death smears like chocolate
when the laughter of a hyena
reaches the cliffs and echoes back to the survivors
when we find out that our capacity to love
is overshadowed by an incapacity to be loved
Death smears like chocolate
because it can and does
every time we shorten our laughter
every time our attention is stolen by the light of a cell phone
Death smears like chocolate
until the sun bakes it hard and dry
and the warm evening air
prepares it for a new life
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