Death

“Risk is what it means to be human!” she cries.

Her words fall on deaf ears like lies

Why oh why

Would we want the surprise

Of dying in an age

Where death is no gilded cage?

Why would we need a society

In which there is more tragedy?

A deathless life

Akin to strife

She chuckles wryly,

Intones calmly

“Death is what gives meaning to living

And in expiring

Find a purpose

That makes its absence worthless.”

But you go around with technology’s leash

Around your neck like a bloodsucking leech

And choke out the life as we knew it before

And scream towards an inescapable door

To humanity’s likeness

A tragic sort of kindness

That leans into darkness

And blinded we see the “light”

And marvel at once how it is “bright”

But never do see again

How open we are with the concept of sin

Without death how is life to begin?