Breathing To Death Poem by Kay Ugwuzor

It's a dying growth
A decaying blush
Refilling flush
Like gathering dry leaves in a massive heap
On the bed of a living man
A tomb-stone 'RIP'

What's the essence
Of preserving rotten food?
When it's flavor is the comfort of the worms that live in it.

What's the essence
Of embalming the dead?
When memories are like saliva poured in the sea, carried by the waves

What's the essence
Of breathing in death?
When hope is as thin as the air you thirst for

Live and let die
How can you say you live
And yet die.