The road to death lasts a fortunate amount of time,
As simple steps are taken to avoid the authority of time.
The death has been an event, an event has been the death,
Like living quarters changed, like enemies slain and blamed.
My death is a sudden affair, too close to the revelry of this Paradise,
But deadly in intrigue, with eruptions of pain and antagonism.
This death, this new life, carries a weight of fair consumption,
So weigh your lean meat, as far as the eye has talented.
They say the dying are our offspring, the dead do dismay,
And the dying have been our offspring, so felt by those in grief;
The grave is my journey and destination, my point of departure
And point of arrival, like the incident not so long ago.