I
The splinter of sunrise in the mind
Before the wind shifts
And the beacon fades
All of life is a furtive glance
By death
By death in life
Unless we laugh and make that splinter
Shine
Make it manifest as full beam
As entire sun
Entire world
II
The girl feared no one would care
She feared no one would come after her
But Van Gogh watched
And Van Gogh cared
As she walked into the horizon alone
Into the auburn and ochre
On her left
And the reds and greens
On her right
Black crows circling
Cawing above her
Mimicked in a sky
Like brushstrokes
Like golden bluish redish
Swirling heavens of new life
Overcoming death and fade
Death and forgetfulness
— by Douglas Pinson
Death and the Mountain