I Know the Night and Sky

I have cried,
I have grieved
and therefore I have loved.

I have twinned my existence:
once in the joy of life and 
the other in the nacre of cancer.

I have seen death, known it’s 
slow, sad and sometimes violent approach
through the collapse of everything alive-

how it roams throatless,
holds tight,
then lets go.

if there is no heaven full of sunbeams 
then there is no hell of fire and night,
just the thread of my and your silence and hunger.

I am nothing but the wheel 
on the black road 
grinding it to dust 

to be flung 
to the night 
and stars.