Marc Darnell
Utter
The first of first words spoken is the earth–
we learn in dirt and crawl it for so long
there's nothing else– and then, to dust return.
The ground's a prison, warden gravity–
liberation if the body burns,
but that is rare, we're buried where we're born,
a life of heaven only in our songs.
The last of last words spoken is the sky.
Bio
Marc has published poems for 40 years in various journals on 4 continents. He is an online tutor and custodian in Omaha, Nebraska.
His latest book,
The Sower, was published recently by CyberWit Press.