I once feared the sound of death;
Even my ears beg for deafness when a lips mention this old time enemy
Whose presence has broken a thousand hearts
By leading many to the belly of mother Earth.

We count life a gift offered to us without prize,
So is death in the eyes of he who sees life as an enemy.
We choose from the two, the one to call a friend.
Or we hang to one till the other pays our brideprice at the end.

It's from our fathers body that we have being fighting death.
We survived being buried in elastic-rubber coffin clothing fathers third leg.
we made our way into our mothers body
And survived the race of millions chasing to eat mother's egg.

As knowledge led me to the mountain of mystery.
I smiled,as I saw from atop, death clothed in unclothedness.
For if death knew that our soul is crowned with eternity,
He would have left our weak bodies to breath immortality.

(2020)