Death
It flashed
in front of my eyes
The embodiment of death
The fear of an ominous end
Towards which our lives are heading
It balanced on a lean foot
Steeling itself to tip toe
Its skeleton carcass forward
A vulture nibbled by its mates
Loomed in front of my gaze
Shedding its last feather
Balancing silently
Like a scientific model
Was it a dream
An illusion
A tormenting film
I could not discern
In the corridor a stormy voice
Thundered like a menacing force
"As soon as we stop growing,
We start ageing"
The walls cracked open under
The weight of truth
- As
stark naked as the bird
- As
strikingly obvious as
- The
Son above the Earth
Floating in the two clauses
Coated with a complementing glue
Like fissures of the Roman Empire
Cemented into tapestries of
Caesars, gladiators
Arena fights, slaves
And women scarcely attired
Yet only when uttered,
It is pondered
And passed on in books and brochures
Devoured by ardent readers
Making your wit famous
The pink animal
In the forefront
Was enclosed by
An illusory row of mirrors
In the background
Framed by streaks of light
Intermingled with the dark
Seeping through unhinged doors
Offering no reflection
Of the creature's ghost
Devoid of signs of life
Oblivious to the maze
In which it was trapped
Like we are
In our meandering
Through tapering paths
Towards our common denominator
The symbol of death
The scythe in her hand
Waiting for you and me and all the rest