FLIPPING LIFE & DEATH 

 
So how's death treating you.
How long had you been at life’s doorstep.
Fie! to be struck down in the prime of your death!

As you lay there pummeled half to life
Did your memories take on a death of their own—
To be struck down by a Young Death bus & its kids 

All but shouting “Life to Infidels!” & “Choose Death.”
Kids we can’t convince Black Deaths Matter.
They look bored to life, strangely mute

On paramilitary life squads pacing their mission countries.
Their grandparents on death support, their parents 
Ask again, “Is there death after life!”

Well, certainly, death is short, & life is inevitable. 
And you’d been so happy with a new lease on death. 
Truly, yours was a fate worse than life, 

But you never let death pass you by. 
For all your near-life experiences, 
How sweet you can still die death to its fullest.

You called him the love of your death—
Until life do us part, you said.
His folks say he had a life-wish 

But you call it a mid-death crisis
He wreaked a trail of life & left not a one dead. 
They put him on life row & threw away the key. 

Until his sentence was commuted to death. 
As the fat book says, the wage of sin is life.
Well, where there's death, there's hope. 

Yep, there is a remedy for everything except life.
Everyone should lead such a charmed death.
O, forget it. You’re live to me now.