Is death like stepping off a cliff –
And falling forever?
Is death the loosening up of our atoms
And then returning them to the ground,
To the air, or even into deep water?
Is death a matter of disappearing to one’s self –
And then, shortly after, to others as well?
Is death memory
Gone irrevocably bad?
Is death the end or beginning
Of life beyond life?
Is death a gift taken back –
The kind of negative surprise we’ll slowly learn to accept as we age?
Is death a truth no one can bear –
Or a self-love that can disappear overnight?
Is death a fairy tale –
Told once too many times?