Death

Death
is in opposition
to life

To win the chess game
against him
you must learn
to rage against the machine

Death
is a process
that began in the morning
by sickness

It will continue
quietly
its viral disassembly
of you
your mind
your heart
your body
your soul

It is a process of burning things down
that the stars create
tearing apart what was made right
into pieces
because they are needed
by the dark

It is a sickness
infecting us
Your head
Your bones

You feel it in your sex
that's the place it grows