The Human Condition

Death is often personified,

but do we deserve that compliment?

Death is

the only purely honest entity.

With the wind of a first breath, it whispers

“I will be your last embrace”

And so it is.

Death is

mercy for the broken.

A body swaddled six feet under; the rapture

Of the soul leaving body;

Instant relief.

Death is

a sweet redemption.

Castle rubble reclaimed by flora, nature’s way

of divine intervention:

a cleanse.

Death is

an unstoppable force.

Arrogance laces the human condition, we say

“it is powerful so it is us”

yet we fall.

Death is often personified,

but how can our corrupt souls compare?