Joachim Glage
Even though Death, that cooing owl,
forewarns of its presence,
and calls from the darkness,
when it swoops it surprises its prey,
claws out, every time.
A terrible speculation:
When I die, no matter how I die,
no matter what innocent form Death takes,
and no matter what peace we’ve made together,
it will still feel like a betrayal.
Joachim Glage’s short stories have appeared in The Georgia Review, LitMag, Philosophy and Literature, Santa Monica Review, Sci Phi Journal, and elsewhere. A collection of his stories, The Devil’s Library, is forthcoming. He lives in Colorado. Visit him at joachimglage.net.