Death Irregular

your four limbs stretched against the timbers your

head hanging loose your

clothes gambled away and your

life

pouring like water from the gash between the worlds

that spear thrust

that pierced a universe.

Rolling thunder is too mild a cadenza

earthquakes insufficient

for this enormity.

God is dead

now what can we do?

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