Good Friends With Death

Good Friends With Death
© Surazeus
2024 01 21

I like to think I am good friends with Death 
because I know that when the time is right 
she will take me into the dark unknown 
while I have left behind my mark on truth 
reflecting passion of immortal soul 
that glows in genes my ancestors designed. 

If I would like to be good friends with Death 
I treat people I meet on Road of Life 
with strict respect of attentive concern 
to guard them from harm that randomly strikes 
without expecting any in return 
till I fall into her Earthly embrace. 

Since I pretend I am good friends with Death, 
though she is indifferent that I exist, 
I give fresh fruit I steal from Tree of Life 
to refugees escaping from cruel war 
who weep for homes destroyed by hungry Greed 
so we build new homes by the River Styx. 

Till I decide I am good friends with Death 
I run in horror from monster of fear 
who hunts me across the waste land of hope, 
and stalks me in confusing maze of myths 
till he corners me in Temple of Truth 
where I defeat him with Sword of Blind Faith. 

Accepting that I am good friends with Death, 
I walk with my family by the Gray Sea 
to roast fish on the pyramid of dreams 
where Ishtar sings Creation of the World 
then sends us out to colonize each land 
where trees blossom with fruit on river shores. 

Declaring that I am good friends with Death, 
I lift high glass of sweet sparkling wine 
and toast the man who rules with just decrees, 
then call for resistance of patriots 
to fight the tyrant who exploits our needs 
so we can live through liberty of love. 

Surprised that I am still good friends with Death, 
I hide in Tower of Rapunzel to scry 
future events unfolding from acts 
billions of people perform through free will 
as pawns in global chess game against Fate 
who laughs because she knows what we will do. 

I forget that I am good friends with Death 
while crafting art from fear of nothingness 
to pour my soul in horcrux I create 
till she appears from shadow of my mind, 
so I hold her hand with beatific smile 
that my atoms remain part of this world.