Death

The heart that beats non-stop like an
obsessed slave
a robot
a clockwork mouse
the sunrise
and sunset
like the inevitability of the seasons
and the invariability
of the tides
a ruthless
relentless
force
called nature

thump-thump
going on

despite
heartaches
heartbreaks
"heartiness" of affairs
"disheartening"
moments


the heart beats on.

And one fine day
it falls silent.
stops
stills

The eyes,
seeing
feeling
perceiving
detecting
darting
winking
smiling
living
become
dull
lifeless
glassy
orbs

The
tongue
speaking
talking
tasting
feeling
becomes
a mass of
cold purplish
flesh
despicable

The
mind thinking
goes
where?

Puzzling
irredeemable
gargantuan
loss

or is it
a mere
transit?