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Jim Coe's avatar

Jen- I generally disregard writing prompts, but in the spirit of AYTL I couldn't ignore this one.

Equilibrium

Death doesn’t always wear a cloak.

This morning she sits in sartorial comfort,

cross-leggedly mindful in her lululemon bodysuit,

fit as a ninja under the backyard ficus,

its wide fiddle leaves billow in the breeze. She taunts,

like the promise of our first puppy love, our fear of missing out.

Death steals the playtime of childhood, cuckolds me

while kidnapping everyone I love, forever. She’s jealous

of her twin, Birth, the fountain that springs life. Death vows

destruction of all. She recalls

the pause before time explodes in infinite suns. Death wonders,

will the work ever be complete. For every life she captures, more

approach, Hydra-like. Flesh rots and composts

and balances life with renewal.

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David W. Berner's avatar

The more the reality of death gets closer, the more at ease I am with it. My mother used to say that "death was a part of llfe." Probably a more accessible, practical version of "Momento Mori," I believe. And in the end, death is unavoidable, so maybe we should stop fearing it and see it as the next or final chapter, whichever way our beliefs take us.

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