How do you describe death?
With sad poems?
Or maybe with voices screaming inside your head?
Maybe death is joy?
It frees us from ecstasies?
Or maybe death is happiness — given by the gods — for future suffering?
If death comes suddenly — your circle of friends will grow!
Even those who hated you will come to your grave!
Oh, how nice!!!!
They’ll whisper words of love — as if any of it matters to you now!
Or maybe death is childbirth?
A parent’s calamities?
Children dying in a hospital?
Old men rotting in prisons?
Or maybe death is a morning — flooding the bedroom with sunlight???
*(2019)*