Dear death,
Please forgive my not using capitals for your name,
I don't respect you, thus this small token of disrespect.
I say forgive me just because I am polite, not because I mean it.
I actually like the idea of decapitating you, haha.
Don’t frown, oh, please don't frown,
It doesn't become you, you petty thief,
You are always in such a good mood, why should you frown all of a sudden
Because of some paper written words
By a paper poet
Snubbing his nose at you?
After all, you know you always win this game,
Dirty and sold up front, true,
But what do you care, you were always a dirty player.
I keep wondering if you finished your college cum laude,
Bet you cheated there as well,
And I am a bit surprised how did your master allow you to graduate?
Are you so good that you succeeded to cheat him as well
And while he was happily reading your fantasized reports
You snubbed him the way I snub you and did it your way?
Hey, I didn't mean to sound funny but I did,
Do you hum it the way ol' blue eyes Frankie did it?
Ha, I found your secret, you know?
You simply read too many fashion magazines
And decided elegance is your way.
You wish to look always fresh
The newest look, the latest cry,
And you found a way, you dress yourself in human bodies...
Always fresh a human body, always refreshingly different,
You stalk your victim, learn its ways, learn how to poison it
And then you sneak into its body
Like the parasite you are
Taking over little by little its functions, its life, its glow,
And for eternal moments you revel in your exploits in front of your anonymous
Renegade celestial audience,
Till finally you all get bored,
And you drop the body emptied of its essence into decay
And move to your new dress, your next body.
Oh, what an exhilarating life you must be living,
Though funny to talk to you about life,
The joy of eternal change, eternally renewable fashion,
And as you walk on the coffin shaped podium
Beaming at the glorious words people and priests and composers sing to you
You bow in that beautiful Narcissistic way of yours,
Add a few more thousands of tears to your unique collection
And you move on.
Sometimes you are impatient,
How unbecoming for a divine creature such as you,
I guess, after all, you are only death,
You have your flaws, no creation is perfect
As the creator knows.
I know, in my own petty way I am a creator myself.
Then, at your moments of crazed indecision
You go by the thousands,
Trying body after body looking for the flavor of the day
Dressing and discarding whatever is not à la mode
The beauty of the corpses littering your wake food for your desires of grandeur
And you don't calm down until you tried them all
When
Tired and disgusted you go to sleep in that dreamless land of yours.
Et voilà,
You remembered to visit me again,
Hey, thought you have forgotten me already.
But I didn't forget you, I remember the several times you visited me
In different guises
And please excuse me my disapproving of your taste in garments
I know it will drive you mad and I am glad for it.
When you take babies, lovers, mothers, men of virtue,
And you hang them in your closet for future use
Waiting for them to ripen to your size for a long time,
Rows and rows of them,
Some forgotten, some discarded after a second thought,
Some never to be used even, just the heedlessness of your spoiled brat ways...
And I cannot but think, actually remind myself -
death is a despicable bastard, a spoiled brat,
And the only thing it doesn't like is people looking it straight in the eyes.
There were many, I know, we humans are a stubborn race, you know.
Well, add one more to the list.
By the way, no need to write back,
I know where to find you when I need you.
Me.
