Birth Death Life

                                                                                  
                                                           


Birth                                                                    

Death

Circling each other endless.
they dance like two lovers,
one never tiring of the other.

Birth, a silky skin sly temptress
golden rays of sun fall from her hair,
eyes wild, green color of spring growth.

She taste sweet, fresh , warm,
this holy place no ones been before.
young naïve, she breaths in death,  
spews Life out from between her thighs.

Life born in blood cord wrapped around the neck
silent, screaming, crying, kicking ,breathing ,Life
licked clean from blood a cotton tongue.

Death waiting in shadows handsome young
dark black hair, face chiseled from granite
cold empty eyes no pity, nor happiness for Life.


Death comes for Birth and little Life,
one clean cut across her throat, bathed
In Birth’s blood, hush little baby don’t you breath
Daddy going to smother you to death ,
If that don’t work I will snap your neck.