some are soft and fluttery
wayne hogan
Death comes at
us in the wind, from
many different directions,
not just the four we
know. And it comes with
different sounds behind it.
Some are soft and fluttery
sounds, like a lone Monarch
butterfly just leaving for
its summer home in Mexico.
Others are loud and blustery
sounds, like a herd of wild
mustangs rampaging down
a deep arroyo out in Montana.
Then there are those sounds
that hum and purr, like a
tiny fan put on a nearby
nightstand to keep the silence
out so we can sleep undisturbed.
And we do, downwind to death.
