DEATH IS SALVATION
Death is a certainty
Salvation, however, is not.
A cynical thought, it is
To have in the wake of my shutting eyes.
It lingers like the inevitable finale.
So abrupt death is
As it stalks closer and closer.
Is it salvation that looms ahead?
Or is it merely the end?
Salvation is the rough hand
That strokes my hope so gently.
A savory thought, it is
To have on the eve of my final respire.
It remains like the aftertaste of defeat.
So exclusive salvation is
As it vanishes into just another fantasy.
Is it death that looms ahead?
Or is it simply the beginning?
2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as BLACK ANGEL
Excerpt from the chapbook
“Brain Weeds and Depressed Souls”