“Ferociously, you ascend earth’s weak rampart/ upon which youth placed/such reliance.”
Death is vicious for it disassembles the fortification which youthfulness embodies. The transit of youthfulness paves way for bereavement. Death rises above any blockades that are mounted by humans to bypass it.
“Before the foot knows how to walk, it moves/ along the road to death, whereto I send my obscure life, a poor and turbid river.”
Death is permeating for it displays as soon as one is born. Death is a precarious feature of survival that cannot be discounted. After nativity, one starts plodding the road of impermanence for it is foreseeable.
“Its body forsaken, still it takes no care/though it be turned to cinders, still retains feeling –/though turned to dust, it still remains in love.”
Love’s divinity rises above the fleshly passing. Therefore, love is a perpetual practicality that would not perish. The preservation of love after death is unequivocally unbroken.
