Reckless

There's an extremely tall difference between
dying
and
being erased from the Existence itself
there's a third state too
a walking dead could tell you it's most painful
funerals guarantee the chance for burial
for growing into a tree, then
be spread with the wind
new seed or gas or waters, then cloud and
life again, here and There
I for one don't know any
vanished forever
must have been the asset of ancient times of
gods, fairies and witches
or human is simply more
than goblin, pegasus, cyclops, moira, medusa or elf
the only most certainly real and impossible to undo
easiest to cast to
your kind: the already hurt
masters in erasing the Existence
and burying tomorrow
from the height of their career
exquisite crime scene preservers

give now mountains of gold
for the small piece of wood
light some fire
quiet wooden horsy blind

He had dreamt about this moment
his entire life
he had been picturing a perfectly simple white veil
the mild wind with a few rain drops coming down
for abundance
the blue garter somewhere up on the leg
the greek style white dress as long as the aisle
no, longer, leaning on the church's stairs
no, longer, across the streets and avenues
over and around the hills behind his home
but
from somewhere else far away
something is suddenly pulling it all
silk and lace and priest
rives and drags the bodies out of the monastery
in blood 
on the stairs and streets and avenues and hills and inside his home
where
now you can hear from the street
a voice screaming from the bedroom "yes! yes!" and
another from the basement shouting the same