The Seventh Shadow
Or: Dead Phoenix
by Anthony Servante
Your third shadow falls before you
from the light of yesterday's moon;
your fourth shadow falls behind you
from the light of tomorrow's sun.
Today you are joined by two more shadows:
One moves clockwise as the sun rises and sets;
one moves counter-clockwise as the moon crosses the sky.
Your first shadow fell the day you were born
in the harsh bright hospital light.
Your final shadow joins you as the coffin lid shuts
in the strict and formless darkness.
Should you choose cremation,
the seventh shadow returns to life in ash.