Kali


I’ve stared at death straight in the eyes.
Death escorts me, each day and night.
I’ve studied death, her silent creep.
Death is always near when I sleep.

I live with death, she follows me.
Death has a name. Death is:

Kali.

I know death – she’s black as coal
death looks at me, inside my soul.
I’ve held death close to my breast.
I’ve smelt death’s unholy breath.

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I’ve watched death walk, run and jump,
observed her when she stalks and hunts.

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I’ve gazed at death, her grace and charm,
felt her warmth and beating heart.
I feed death to sate her hunger,
stroke her softly in her slumber.
I’ve been licked and even bitten,
for Kali is death, my little kitten.

©11.4.2016 Andrew Robert Chapman

felt her hide and sensed her calm.
seen her fear and sensed her calm.
felt her pass and sensed her calm.


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