Poems about Reminders of Death and Mortality
Poems about Parts of Life and Living that Remind Me of Death and Mortality
I've written many poems about death and dying, as have many, many other people. However, some of the poetry I write is not focused on the death and dying itself, but deals with parts of life that remind me of the fact that everything dies or that people are dying needlessly.
I created this page for my poems about situations, observations, and experiences from my everyday life that make me think about death, dying, and mortality. As time goes by I'll add more related poems and content to this page.
People on autopilot from breath to breath,
inhabiting life rather than living it,
wandering heedlessly toward death
taking what comes, never giving it.
so you can remember to live.— Kylyssa Shay
Stop Killing the Soldiers when They Come Home from War
Becoming homeless is a bit like getting conscripted into a war over resources. But the horrible, horrible twist is that you don't get conscripted into the army to fight for your society, you get declared the enemy and there's no "other side" for you to defect to. You are isolated and kept hidden, dehumanized by those who decided you were the enemy and a useless eater.
There are no bombs or grenades and seldom any automatic weapons involved; instead it's a slow war of attrition waged with indirect tactics. This puts the killing and the horrible aspects of war even further removed from the soldiers fighting against you than remote weapons do. There are few embedded reporters to get news out from the trenches and much of what they can report doesn't happen fast enough on film and can't be captured with a cell phone camera.
The state of homelessness is a state of being under siege. You are cut off from food, shelter, and a place in society. You are the war refugees of siege by elements of your own society. It's brother against brother, neighbor against neighbor, parents against children and vice versa.
Actual soldiers, physically and emotionally wounded by serving their country, all too often find themselves in a new war once they come home, one they aren't equipped to fight. We need to stop killing them with poverty and neglect when they come home. We need to stop fighting our own defenders.
Stop Killing the Soldiers
Attention friends and neighbors,
set aside your labors.
There's a siege upon your soldiers
and it's nowhere near the borders.
It's right there rubbin' your shoulders.
Go ahead and follow orders-
the closer to the war you'll be,
with so much more for you to see.
Women with stars on their chests
and purple hearts upon their sleeves
do their ultimate of bests
but the memory never leaves.
Conscripted into the ranks of the homeless
by living avatars of greed
telling them to be hopeless
and laughing at their need.
Walkin' down main street
I see another soldier
shaking a tin can, playin' to a beat.
He just keeps gettin' older
no matter how he tries
slow and steady always wins that race.
Eventually he dies,
not even a smile on his face.
not even a drop of blood on his sleeve
not even a trace of gunshot residue
no evidence, not a single clue
but he died in combat
and he died fighting you.
I know you've got your orders,
but what is worth fighting for?
I Hate the Sound of Coughing
The bark of air from struggling lungs
hounds deathbeds and homeless shelters.
It rings across tiled floors and stutters on stone walls
in hospitals and alleys.
It's the sound of a being fighting to live,
lungs striving to make room for air itself.
It sounds like practice for the death rattle,
the gasp, and the moan.
I hear the pained kick of heels in it and
the slow, leaden hot pain
of being eaten alive by one's own cells.
It's a reminder and a warning
like a hound's broken, belling call cut short by a gunshot.
Death is near and not just inside you.
It's inside everyone you love,
many of whom you'll outlive
and none of whom you'll completely survive.
Many experiences and situations that are part of living are inextricably linked with death.
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