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When Death Dies

You are

a greedy bastard

Today, your grasping hands

pillaged

a most beautiful treasure

of a human

I hate that you mock

this impending season

of renewal and life

with your unwanted presence

I will rejoice the day

that smug look

is ripped

from your ancient face

One day

I will dance

at the news

of YOUR demise

You may have your way

(for now)

with our frail, earthly shells

but in the very end

we win

Rest in peace, C.T.

I will see your radiant smile again, sweet friend. I love you.

“When death dies, all things live.”