Death is her husband –
yes, Life is a wife
in bitterest marriage
of matter to mind.
When naught is forever, till nothing is left
Life screams in pain as she pines for her Death.
In love with a devil.
Enticed by a whore.
The envious circle –
the spiral allure.
She swallows her tears and his failings accepts,
for Life would be nothing if stripped of her Death.
She begs of him sweetly
his fury to end,
believing completely
this liar again.
And naked, the mother holds child to her breast,
for Life has borne daughters whose father is Death.
Thus mother and daughters
are buried as one,
and Death grins alone
on his family undone;
the cannibal raping his own daughters next:
girls borne of Life, born to marriage with Death.
