Concerning News Of My Death (Poem)

I have been in those small family graveyards

traced on weathered gravestones names from long ago

had the dead rise around me to share their stories

the world is so much more than you want to see

so you coffin yourself by different means

not even knowing you thus become dead

until one day life makes itself known

and you remember and are afraid

I refuse to be afraid

I have died many times

I walk in liminal ways