Death
Cynthia Zhang
(Written February 2, 2013)

Death

Death is light:

Bony head,

Dry breasts,

Exaggerating hips

Nipping a denying womb.

 

Death is heavy:

Crushing animals,

Excruciating vegetation,

Imbibing the brain

And marrow

Of the human being.

 

Death is fearless

For it has nothing

To offer or lose.

He plays chess

With life

For the sake of

Space.

 

Death is ambitious

For his kingdom

Claims all life,

Sooner or later.

 

So death thrusts

Its straw

Into every vein,

Green or red,

Sucking,

His eyes closing tight.

 

His arid skin is

Pumped up

Like a balloon.

 

Death explodes.

 

He kills himself

And jumps off the cliff

To his home of

Nothingness.