Jacky Lavauzelle Poetry
DEATH DOESN’T EXIST
Death doesn’t exist ! There is life, a great incomprehensible fluid that passes through forests, deer, and sometimes men. This fluid exists only morning. It exists only in the palm of the morning dew. On the tongue of the doe and deer in the distance. How can this life oppose what some dead men have called death? Death is an invention of the dead. The undead or dead-dead! The walking dead !