Becker Vs. Dylan

Becker was sitting on the steps
in the final moments of day-

catching fireflies with his fingers,
holding them against the sky
making wishes on their light-
false miracles and frail prayers.

writing with a fever,
I wrote the day's eulogy
with a passion for life-


and Becker said:
the only thing worse
than contemplating ones own mortality,
is manipulating the cause and events
of others-
we are gods of aftermath,
we cannot create life while it is meant to live,
but we create the illusion of what it used to be
after it's passed-
you see the difference?
God sits atop the sky
while we mere mortals rest beneath it- tonight

I think I'll burn a candle for every life,
for every moment I've called mine-
I am misfortunate,
there is only cause enough for one
for I've lived only this life


'but we have all of this'
I waved my hands
as if I were parting
the bruised colored sea-

Becker quoted Dylan:
' and death shall have no dominion'
not over thee.

A sense of space
has taken shape here-
and drawn within its newborn lungs,
a universe
where galaxies spit stars
and God shoots them out his nostrils-
and we mere gods of mirror and shadow
wish for good fortune
on their final decent-
we are deadly dreamers.

by Amberlee Carter

Comments (4)

This poem shot across my brow like a flashbulb comet. I stand and applause it aloud. It leaves a blue dot in my vision which will last for a long time. Like mentholatum on sore limbs. Great!
Very stylized. Your imagery and comparisons are amazing. Your words flow through my mind with as much grace as god can allow. Keep it coming.
Amberlee, you are a Goddess of words! Do I have to pray to thee?
I loved this so much. I just love the ending, the imagery and metaphors are beautiful.