Untitled 6

Untitled 6
(1993)
by B.C. Dodge

Darkness.
The few colors there are
fill the world
They look as if a young child
in a hurry to be first done
had colored the universe

The angel of death
he is your neighbor
your brother
your wife
No longer must we fear the angel

Music.
Music fills the halls
the music of the dead
The ghost song
unwritten

The Shaman dances to the music
and rules his underworld
the shaman rules
with his magic touch

Is all this to much?