A YOUNG MAN FACE TO FACE
WITH MORTALITY
By John Grey
I see a body in the river.
He is in the shallows,
water rippling
his lips,
sunlight pecking at his cheeks
like gulls.
He may have good reasons
for being where he is
but the current
peels away,
the liquid rots,
the body mutates
into something rancid.
This is a peaceful place
everywhere
but in his eyes.
He looks as if
he's suffering for being
dead.
I should go get help.
He
needs to be hauled out of there,
interred properly, humanely.
But this is my secret place
and he my unwitting treasure.
I get down on
my knees,
peer into his face.
My reflection takes up
half of his expression.
The
rest is green and purple.
Yes, every time I look,
life
floats atop death.
But I know it can't keep this up forever
John Grey
is an Australian poet, U.S. resident, recently published in New World Writing,
North Dakota Quarterly, and Tenth Muse. Latest books, Between Two Fires,
Covert, and Memory Outside the Head, are available through Amazon. Work
upcoming in Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, Birmingham Arts Journal, La Presa, and
Shot Glass Journal.