I                                                                                                                                                               

When God cries for his children,

death obeys.

 

II

A skeletal tree

bows to the leaves at its feet.

The remnants of death.

 

III

Death has a callous touch

as it draws you back into its

dark womb.

 

IV

Empty eyes peruse me

from an empty soul,

death’s vacuum.

 

V

A baby is born,

its tiny fingers blue.

Death cuts the umbilical cord.

 

VI

An arrogant leader,

death unleashes its pack

to bring home the kill.

 

VII

A lonely cemetery embraces

the deceased;

death sleeps.

 

VIII

Red, black and white

glisten mockingly

on death’s rainbow.

 

IX

A brilliant dawn salutes the day,

a luminous dusk declares its death.

 

X

Earth stirs.

Wolf howls.

Death takes.

 

© Demet Divaroren

 

 

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