Consideration: A Response to “Hades’ Pitch” by Rita Dove

Andrew Alzamora

And if I decide to love him,

I could call this darkness home,

Submit to a dim-

Lit life, never alone,

Alongside depth, the space to wonder

And wander the land of truth.

Submerged in waves, held under,

One must let go of youth,

Where time means more

And Death seems less—

A man to adore,

A gentle caress,

Yet, stained from when he held too tight,

I miss the rolling fields, I miss the light