there's no one to listen

to death's diatribe against

death.

the darkener of glass, that

this world can not see thru.

even with a stellar one

hundred percent success rate--

death has become suicidal.

ever the consummate professional--

dealt the hand of dealing death.

an immortal livelihood with all the

feel of destitution.

death begs the bodies it takes to keep

breathing, so it can run off into their

enlightenment never to be seen again.