Death Is All Of This?

Death should be a gesture of what kills and fulfils a craving that raves - singing hymns - where silence— reigns in peace: death - death is a bruised apple before it had the time to be eaten: it is that piece of white soda bread where the first specks of mould say I'm not fit for slicing— yes death is a dog whose howls reverberations only bring it another and another's beatings but within its beatings it forgives its master's torment: there it lolls at his feet barking excitement wagging at his exonerated laughter yes Lord Master death is all of this? —unburdened death is our second bliss a blush of dew a red petal a trinity falling rising anew upon some well kissed censored lips a fragrance bottled from every perfume oil rent of life - persevered in a deathless odour fallen we too are vaporized within a dewdrops gesture we are that first blush of spring deaths wedding band ring worn on the fourth finger death is our bridegroom - he is our one life partner Father-son and Holy Ghost!