Life Eats Death

god disolves

in paper apples

as eden erupts again

from the impossible

siren song

of loss

we are left

with a memory of the future

a primordial knowledge

that splits everything in two

Halving was the first form of control

Then it was having

We set ourselves apart

And then we set ourselves a part

It wasn’t until

Everything was carved into parts

That humanity saw its true face

In fragments

Divide everything in the world

Then reflect back on yourself

And crack into pieces

Our mother shares the grief of life

We take her pain and make it ours

And our pain becomes hers

And we separate ourselves from the pain

And we separate ourselves from our mother

Dividing a blind gift into the dust of ashes

The god that did this to us was called Death

And the tribes of rage say,

“If we didn’t do it, they would.”

And we’re left with embers

Born of the dry breath

And the blinding light

Of mutual fear

Life does not fit

On the other side

Of a coin.

Life has no other.

Life becomes.

Death is derivative.

And the dust of ashes

Gives birth to us.

To be alive is to say:

What will I create?