Death cuts stones and rocks

Death  cuts   stones  and  rocks .

From its  broad  cruel  network 

Views  its own  Shadow  and  wonders

The  otherness of  its  doings .

Death  melts  stony  and   virile,

Time  and  Death intertwine in

Seamless  Time- ordained pact of

Negation and  Total eradication.

Seamless   because it is boundary line.

Death has  its signposts, weaving 

Flags of  welcome  and Victory.

 I have seen eagles   and  vultures

Enter into  escapades , away from

The claws of Death. Those  creatures

Soar  higher into a  secure time zone,

Eventide slowly descend 

To merge  with   the   dark in

The  coves and  trees’ bark.

Their language is  our pleasure.

Yonder  burning  embers 

With   twigs   and feathers of

Strewn chicks   and birds.

Death   cuts stones and rocks.