Death begins
as birth begins
to each soul
a tour commence,
no idea, no recompense,
as a flower dies
with effervescence
another begets
with glittering confidence
The end begins
like a new chapter,
to a prose,
it opens up like a mystery
into many maze,
our heart racing
to feed this oddity
growing in us like a cancer
and in a twinkling,
we have no further inkling
Like a warrior,
pictures his beyond,
swords or spears,
his bravery, too cowardly
to mask his fears.
in glory or shame,
his hands will testify
of weeping souls
and in this pride
his gloat magnifies
As a baby envisages
his birth,
mucks and goo,
splashes of pink blue,
blades and needles
waves and ripples,
shrieking cries
as a cladless doe
galloping into light
to behold bewildered faces
smiling triumphantly
However it is,
an end surely begins,
laughter or cry.
The world is a man
with a mouth and anus,
as a beautiful paradox
life is a pandora's box
lush as it seems
but births uncertainty
Death begins,
as life begins
to each soul,
unwhole,
an odyssey is set,
delicately poised.
like a darting arrow,
bending to the whims
of the wind.
unsure of its destination.
