Death Before Life
Death plays hide and seek behind gauzy curtains
Death wears many fashions, hoodies, and outfits
Death is end of all silence, creaking under planks and floorboards
Death smirks on our laugh lines and crows feet
Death collects the dusts accumulating in the back of our minds
Death makes the boogeyman sit in limbo waiting room
Death scares the shit out of me
Death falls with red leaves, signaling winter
Death is red with the end of a menstrual cycle
Death spreads every hour with changing disasters
Death is eggs fried lard, a side of extra crispy bacon, and two pieces of toast buttered up.
Death arrives as extras on a news piece making sideline headlines.
Death is tobacco ashes in lungs and alcohol love in the liver.
Death is stepping out your front door, sadly.
Death is deep slit like a roaring gully in porcelain tub.
Death is looking at double eye-lids of a double-barreled shotgun.
Death comes as a missing report on Amber Alert of a silver pick up truck with license plate beginning with 5JML.
Death rings in the middle of the night, behind a badge.
Death is an eternal oasis of moans and ecstatic release, no one can hide.
Death is indiscriminate to those he scorches like passing thunderstorm.
Death shrouds its face of the unknown since it fears resurrection.
Death is the beginning of a new era, a new dawn, with the crowing sun.
Death is peace everlasting because it comes before life.
Death brings tears of anguish or tears of joy, depending who is right.
Death comes for all, for young and old, for healthy and sick, for all race, nation and creed.
Death comes for me with open arms and I embrace him for
Death is escape from our own rotting minds.