The only sounds ‘tween life and death

Are a heartbeat, and a breath.

These telltale sounds were not in Seth


When, very late one summer’s day,

My head upon his chest I lay,

But he’d already slipped away.


I sought the drumbeat of his heart

To hear his gentle respiration

But only silence did impart

The shell that once held his creation.


I clung to him as he grew cold-

No sounds allowed that demon death.

There was no heartbeat, and no breath.

So here I’ll stay till I grow old,

And have no heartbeat, have no breath.

I want no life without my Seth.