“Her nights are full of the red teeth of death”
–Jim Harrison, “Life,” Dead Men’s Float
Blue is the color of sky and sea,
green are the blades of grass in spring
when the world is born again, and new
shoots raise their heads to the golden sun
whose chariot flies till day is done.
But no less vital is the color red
that drips at birth and stops when we’re dead.
The color that men fear to see
afraid of its power—or destiny.
For though Death may arrive gentle and pale,
her teeth are like spikes, or the sharpest nails.
When she comes for you in the dark of night
she’ll smile–as if to say it’s all right,
but her teeth are scarlet within her grin,
and life is soon gone—after she slowly leans in.
Apparently, Death is a vampire. Who knew? Mysterious messages and some truths come from Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason, based on the poetry of Jim Harrison. This is Day 6.
It is also the anniversary of D Day, June 6, 1944, and the 50th anniversary of the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy on June 6, 1968. I suppose blood and death is on my mind.