What is death

 what is death
it's a hunk of metal melting down
into red liquid
death is the shapeless remains
after it cools

It's the T.v screen going black
with that flash of a white line
that flows into a small point
lingers a brief second and disappears

Death is the fresh carcass
And the vulture above watching
waiting for it to turn spicy from the entrail
Then Inflate with acids and gases,
death is it bursting forth wetting the sunbaked road

Death is the flash of dark weathered columns of feathers
Opening spreading and flexing as the buzzard descends
Death is the performance of the controlled landing
consumption of swampy rancid remains

Death is the lightening clap
hitting the heart
glass in hand
falling, shattering... breaking