When Death Becomes A Cleaning Agent Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

Death is sometimes nature’s way of cleaning its mess
A natural way of extinguishing society’s garbage
like the white blood cells fighting the bacteria and viruses
the unseen angel of death do likewise at indeterminate speed.

What present life would have been if the likes of Pharaoh Seti or Herod continue to reign?
or Hitler and Kaddafi have the power of immortality
or any imbecilic ruler who forever reigns
death solves the problem by not making their power an infinity.

So there’s no point of finding the philosopher’s stone or a certain elixir
or the so called fountain of youth that can offer an eternal glow and beauty.
or raving the nymph in the river Styx…

ah! just a make believe and sure it’s hard to understand!
For death is intelligent, and is a master genius of its own
and can be sometimes nature’s caliginous cleaning agent.
so better to be at peace with anyone instead.