Death which the eye sees
The heart fears more
Athump and frozen
Death hears no word.
The sun rises and set with a glimmer if death
And man the facilitator brandishes
A gun, poison, a word of mouth
Or a show of his brutal strength.
He causes death sleep no more
And prowl and kill and dump
For man to care or the balded vulture's meal.
But if man sleeps no more
And in the implosion of his kind
His terrain skews towards spatial dearth
And in the end
Same self death, a blameworthy taker
Comes to the fore as the terminal root
Of man's woes.
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