Most of us
are one,
even if not
“the one.”
Women bound
for great things.
Maybe
we should all
don capes
so the special
is visible.
But then,
isn’t that such
a man thing to do?
A cape
to announce
him hero,
while women battle
uncaped and
unheralded, yet
no less heroic.
* * *
Everyone dies. Our one truth.
Walking through the graveyard,
stake in hand, we learn lessons
of vampires, of lovers,
hands that kill, hands that cool
our skin when fevered.
Death is an enemy who sheds his skin
and lies with you, then leaves you
on your own to raise his evil spawn.