Reason Why Death Cries

Reason Why Death Cries
© Surazeus
2025 10 30

We think we know the reason why Death cries 
despite wretched attitude of false hope 
because we refuse to accept with grace 
finality of nothingness that blows 
dark wind of sorrow through shadowy woods 
where moon girl kneels beside mirror-black lake. 

Reluctant huntsman of the monstrous heart 
lurks shyly cautious under willow tree 
that rustles fearfully in sudden breeze 
excited by breath of the mushroom toad 
whose eyes scream lightning storms of honesty 
till shimmering rain reveals portal of fate. 

Through swirling fog of rancid ecstasy 
sly moon girl glides bravely toward flashing star 
while plucking honeysuckle blooms with care 
to analyze state of world politics 
with vivid insight into primal cause 
that sparks world revolution of the rich. 

Clutching grief that writhes in back of her mind, 
moon girl bears loaf of bread with solemn fear 
across muddy meadow of skeletons, 
that rise from dripping constancy of faith, 
to host grand ritual of exploding eggs 
from which new generation of gods crawls. 

Throwing snowballs at each other in play, 
moon girl and huntsman with the monstrous heart 
laugh gayly till their grief dissolves in tears, 
then lounge together in the book cafe 
and drink ginger mochas with loving smiles 
while Death plays romantic tunes on guitar. 

Folding our entire universe of worlds 
in dainty book of illustrated poems, 
moon girl hums melody of falling leaves 
to ponder why death always seems to cry 
with sorrow when organic creatures die, 
then fills out application for the job. 

With open-hearted joy of studious dance, 
moon girl beams her immortal soul of genes 
through bright rose window of deliberate faith 
in rays that slant across cathedral space 
more vast than ocean vistas of respect 
as she types laughter through the radio. 

Concealed in million books of faceless ghosts, 
cute honeybees avenge untimely death 
of pregnant moon girl on the highway bridge 
where bitter huntsman with the monstrous heart 
cradles naive bride in helpless despair 
at sudden randomness of weeping death.