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Disregard the plea
death has no father to look up to
nor is its mother given
to random acts of kindness.

i am death
a coagulation of blood
black blood
a centuries-old vampire
a lion pride
stalking the old and infirmed
that the strong may live
(occasionally a wildebeest may stumble
breaking its neck on rocky ground
but don't concern yourself with pointless relativities)

the old code is
was
and will be:

i am death
there is no other.

i am death
the giver of life
the giver of hope
the deliverer from pain
the resurrector of life
the train to hogwarts

i am charon's boat

no matter who you are
two coins are all i ask
and i don't care
what achilles/brad pitt does
to your well-toned body
you will scream for my release.

i am death
the final orgasm
the final passion of breath
passing into unbreathing
the dull throb in the base of your neck
the sigh caught in your throat
i give you pleasure beyong rapture
i am the death of you
orgasmic
explosive
the last moan
the final reminder
that ghosts don't have sex
that's why they haunt hotels,
bedrooms
and bathrooms
and any other conceivable place coital in nature

i am death
coitus
non interruptus
i am your passion without end
so unlike
this poem.




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