It was like when someone dies

So, I have been really busy with my now-26,000 word thesis project, a first-person story centered on Peter. It's almost done, and I'll probably post excerpts from it here eventually. If you want to read the whole thing, let me know. Anyway: this semester I took a poetry class. It's been pretty fun, and I've written several poems, some of which I like. Here is the latest one I've written, composed earlier today for class.

It was like when someone dies,

And how one second they’re alive,

And the next they’re dead,

And it’s hard to tell the difference at first,

Because they don’t look very different—

A little too pale, maybe, but that’s it.

That’s what it was like,

Except in reverse,

Because one moment the world was dead,

Filled with skeletons pretending they were alive,

Prancing in the stale light

Of the dead sun, and there was nothing new, and

Everything under the sun was old

And dead.

And they chased after a dead wind on a long journey leading

nowhere.

And then the dead light of the sun

Shone, for the first time in millennia,

On Something new, and the sun was reborn.

And new Feet walked across the dead earth

And made it live again.

And then

For a moment

There was a dead hill and a dead tomb

At the center of everything.

But then the tomb was empty. And everything was new,

And some of the skeletons grew flesh and were no longer skeletons.

They danced in the new light of the sun.

But most of the skeletons did not even notice,

Because they were still pretending.

Only by now they had forgotten

that they were, after all, only pretending.

It was like when someone dies,

And you only notice when you realize

That they haven’t taken a breath for a while.

That’s what this is like,

Except in reverse.