Death Falls

Death Falls                               November 13, 2008

Death falls once a year
Like a whirling dervish 
Before a Taliban 
Execution festival.
Life just ceases,
Creating a vacuum of desire
In such a way 
That stands no chance
Of getting answered.
Flaming ducks are on the horizon,
Wailing as only dying ducks do:
In their little duck ways,
With their little ducky-tude,
And all men who thought
They would take advantage
Of such easy game
Are surely disappointed,
And one quack short of a six-pack.

The whole world
Is shattered
By a series of events 
That fucked up order
As we know it.
I bet you said that 
When you and your wife
Are together
That all seems as four-dimensional
As a Rubics Cube.
Truth be told, 
You could be right,
If only the Enola Gay
Wasn't coming down on you.