no dominion

I've been thinking a little about death, and what comes after death. I woke up this morning with Dylan Thomas' poem "And Death Shall Have No Dominion" running through my head (link here:

"Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the moon and the west wind".

I read this poem a lot when I was in my late teens, and death was far away and not part of my universe, and yet; a stream of small deaths seemed to be happening all the time, and those who had died and been lost formed a constant backdrop of sorrow.

"they shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad, they shall be sane"

(If you'd like hear the poem, with some interesting, but disturbing imagery, clickk on this link: