Death

Death just happens like the 2am train passing by in still night
Death just happens like the crickets outside that lull me to sleep
deep summer sound
Death just happens in every face all the time
Death is like a samurai wasp
and stings only in honour of the code
Death just happens like Life just happens
Life is Death
Death closes eyes at the bottom of a lake
Death doesn’t wait for excuses or give second chances
Death just happens like the phone ringing during sex
ignored until post oragasmic voice mail
one way or the other we’re screwed
Death swoops or stumbles or surprises or steps up to the plate
and hits a home run every time
Death builds history upon itself
And like a carpenter or musician
Death is precise
It isn’t ditzy
It isn’t flaky
It isn’t about to give itself up
It’s like a knock on the door that has to be answered
because it’s the only option in the end
Death knows about life but keeps on doing death
because death isn’t about choices
Death is inescapable
Death is inevitable
Death doesn’t ask for directions
but is always on time
Death is only one breath in the big picture
Death is a friend of mine