The Hawk’s Dinner

The ambivalence of Death

Hidden in meaning’s struggle

Stories told of what lay beyond

Unproven in foundations unknown

A fantasy remaining

About Death’s first sighting

It’s not the end

As the flock continues to sour

In the winds of life

Challenging the dream’s meaning

In Sunlight’s shadows

And so comes the time for meanings’s solution

As the dream enters into dissolution

Without a memory to grip delusion

Life after death cannot be

It isn’t a mystery

Because we lie

Of the nothing that remains

After we die.

So what is the meaning of the living flocks souring

As it continues into the sky?

Who can or should

Know or fear

What happens when they disappear?

Eternity is the nothing that remains of the breath

After you or I enter death.

Life is dinner for the one

The death is the meal that sustains the other.