Death Written in Three Parts
Naomi Tercero
There is an undeniable rattling of bones,
As sleep descends–
And marches– Exhausted,
Like the front line,
Of Soldiers.
And in the body–
Between hitches, turns rhythmic
Humming–
Composing the final elegy.
You almost pay it no mind,
For certainly– it will always Labor on–
"9:54 PM 2 hr.”
Time of death written in my thirteen-year-old
sister's handwriting on a piece of scrap paper
used to compose the bones of this poem.
If this was written on paper I would paste it to the bottom.
For now this will do.
Poetry – Death Written in Three Parts
Naomi Tercero
Naomi Tercero writes to remember, to imagine, and to make sense of what lingers. She is a student of Journalism and Media at New Mexico State University in Las Cruces, where she explores poetry, creative nonfiction, short fiction, and journalism. Her work has been featured on KRUX radio’s blog and in many local community writing showcases.