A GALLERY OF MY FAVE PROSE AND POETRY
Author: Gili Haimovich
I am continually renewed, like evolution.
I don’t know if I want to stop,
or if I can,
but I am ashamed
at the possibility of gaining from the death of the dead.
For I should not appear even fleetingly glad in my need for renewal.
This has been done before on nature shows wound in reverse.
A wilted plant turns green then back into a seed.
Or maybe I am mistaken, and it’s just the opposite.