Resuscitation (poem)

As life ebbs from my lungs 

would you resuscitate me in time 

to save my body and brain function

would you choose to bring me back to life

or decide to let me drop soaring through the sky

As my body lay dying    my mind    would   race 
navigating over mist covered mountains   without you
stuck fast in  winter snow  

Or perhaps I would find myself cast-adrift in unrelenting seas

buried in a deep watery grave without one single chance of being found

If that were so there would be no final farewell for us my love

In my still heart I would falter having no remote desire to survive 

without your arms shooting whistling arrows by my side 

Only you would remember the holy prophecy of love

tattooed on each others swollen hearts as if stung by bees

chiseled in the finest inks mixing our blood into crying magenta  

Quick run fast over land held tight by dangerous enemies hands  

For death may swoop upon us from motley grey coloured hills

like a hungry lion starved covered in blood splattered gore

One of us destined to die the other to carry the gift of a curse that is long life 

Whilst the weaker of the two is unceremoniously dispatched and robbed like hay cut short 
under the sweeping blow of a sharpened sickle in the clash of ringing war