POETRY: Newness Of Life, by Tania Runyan

Newness Of Life Tania Runyan

South African man wakes after 21 hours in morgue fridge.

What cold salvation,
dragging fingernails
through the frost

of a half-dream
then waking
to a plastic cocoon.

The louder you scream
from your aluminum drawer
the more they believe

you’re a ghost come
to haul them inside.
I feel your shivering

in my own bones,
stumble with you
into the vicious light.

Some burst alive
on the pyres of the Spirit.
Some blink open

slowly, alone, packing in ice:
How did I get here?
I never knew I was dead.

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