Death

In the midst of the tunnel, blackness,

In the shadow of the mist, hollow;

Cracking of the calabash, shock!

Whining of the wolves, sorrow

Sadness! A water coloured in iodine ink.

Paralysis of the feet and cracking of the skin:

Walking through the forest, a battle with the owl,

Walk all day, work all night; sleep knows no peace, peace sees no sleep; Sickness!

Why the disinterest at the sight of a new dawn

Or closing the window blinds against the outside world?

It must be the wizards within, biting the intestine

The heart begins to shrink and liver deforms. Numbness!

Death! An inevitable force and reason for the pain,

A kangaroo in a cockroach bout, punching mercilessly

An unfair mafia, inevitable poison to the soul

Indeed, those alive smell the pain, but those in its web never live to tell the tale.