Enviable Death Poem by Daniel Y.
Enviable Death
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six feet under
my claustrophobic rut
becomes my last hug from you.
remember my tulips
which prayed on your lips
and begged you'd come back.
how quick-
like a wistful blow, the dandelion
from death's restful wings.
six feet under,
are you any closer
as the crow flies?
some say, stupidly,
naively so,
"you need to let go of the pain."
it, how wrongly is,
that he walks above me,
and I alive, am dead.
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4/18/2024 9:27:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I get some of this but not all. I don't think the poem explains what is meant by the title.What did I miss? I would need a BIG, CLEAR answer to convince me death is enviable (For my proof, check Book 11 of ODYSSEY Achilles: I would rather be the meanest slave of the cruellest master on earth than be King of all the Shades in the Underworld) Unless you mean it ironically? The speaker seems to unfocused by his loss. His wife? Is she accusing him in Hades of abandoning her? Or is his argument with living who are indifferent? In the last stanza the sentence order is broken up. He seemed to be sharing in the dead person's condition.