Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Starting from Tu Fu, will be published by Encircle Publications shortly. He is very fond of baseball, Miles Davis, Kafka and Dante. He lives in San Francisco with his wife, the activist and documentarian, Joan Juster where he makes his meager living pointing out pretty things. He has published two novels, three chapbooks, and two full length collections so far. Titles on request. A meager online presence can be found at https://www.facebook.com/MarkJMitchellwriter/
Dancing behind, ahead beneath, above,
one Death calls names softly as flower songs.
It’s never personal. He has enough
for all. Mornings still arrive, rosy dawns
show off after you go missing. This proves
less than sad. A music moves you along
where awkward feet slip and one note goes wrong.
He’s always there wherever you move—
that dancer—behind—ahead. You’re above
your death. Call his name, his soft flower song.