Have you seen a person go to pieces? There is nothing dignified about it. It is pitiful. Poets may romanticize it but i don't think there is any poetry in it.
Yeah. I've seen both. A person die and a person fall apart. Indignity wasn't where my mind strayed. Maybe it should have. i don't think there's poetry anywhere naturally then isn't it?But then I'm not a poet so maybe I'm being too literal minded.
“What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn there pell-mell. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (Against my broken ribs your breast like a flower.) The hundred bones of our feet are scattered like gravel. It is strange that this image of our proximity, concerning as it does mere phosphate of calcium, should bestow a sense of peace. Yet it does. With you I can imagine a place where to be phosphate of calcium is enough.” – John Berger
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