Where death is natural,
the infection settles,
overwhelming the end,
echoing in the veins,
                  “again,
                                again.”
It spreads, revitalizing
to keep peace at bay, another day.

The mystery beyond the threshold,
pungent like a punchline.
Known, expected, overpowering;
withheld painfully.
Ignorance as sharp as a sword,
the vendetta cutting on all sides.

Life is meant to be overcome,
not given.
not taken lightly.
Fought against,
              bested,
                          subdued.
In death;
to beg for its persistence: blasphemy.
Lance the errant tongues.