The following was inspired immediately after reading, ‘On the Knocking at the Gate’ by Thomas De Quincy.
I love De Quincey’s description of how the funeral procession given the mighty and powerful is preceded by intimate silence, the hushed respect the living have for the dead. And regret that life is not alone on this planet; its Archrival creeps in the shadows of the tall grass, stalking. And then there it is, strong enough to take down a lifeforce such as this, that people line up along parade roots to see. De Quincey is a master at the use of zoom, finding the crack between the moments of solmen silence and life starting up again. We see how life shifts emotions as seamlessly as pangea to the poet.