Poetry

How to Die on a Faraway Planet 

by H. Mellas

You can’t plan it.

When you find yourself
running
through unknown jungles
or the hulking remains of cities
like hollow, skull-less spines,
you may feel it— 

just
behind 

flirting with the edges
of your vision. 

And you will know—
as hard as your feet
pounding the dusty earth
of some far-out world, 

as hard as your heart
beating itself against
the cage of your ribs, 

as hard as anything
and as true in any place—
 

death is the ultimate cosmonaut,
and you will meet
in the world you escape to
thinking you have left it behind.

 

Copyright © 2017 by H. Mellas

Featured Poet of the Month H. Mellas

H. Mellas is a Colorado poet/novelist, artist, musician, outdoor enthusiast, aspiring troubadour, and jack-of-all-trades. She holds a Master of Library and Information Studies degree from the University of Alabama, though she has studied writing, literature, photography, and even t'ai chi chuan in an assortment of universities, including the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University in Boulder. She works as a librarian, and also a waiter. She spends every spare minute with her boyfriend and their two children. She can be found on the web at http://onenightinanywhere.blogspot.com/.

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