Death

Death is,

Lying on the floor motionless

Full of life

Chilled to the bone

And each sweet bone, stiff

Like the flesh above it, hard

Like the eyes it bleeds through

A blood dry

And naked to the eye�"

A map

Drawn along the skin

Where the blood should be going

But suddenly stopped flowing

It paints,

A picture bleak and gray

Like the walls that contain it

And the living that maintain it

Death is,

A grim shadowed rose

Tempting its victim’s pink lips

With a warmth-thirsty kiss