What of death

What of death

Where does it end?

There is completion

In its creation

Bringing, as is its way

An evanescence

To the finite progress

Of any measured day

Why, when it lacks complication

Should it be so feared

Upon its arrival

There is nothing

But simplicity

An inevitability of outcome

An expectation

Of its capacity to conclude,

A purpose fulfilled

What would become

Of life

Without the timeliness

Of its end

The futility of avoidance

Would stand in stark relief

Against a backdrop

Of frustrated risk takers

Hellbound

To find any way

To circumvent

The no death rule

How meaningless

Would life be

Without a check

Or balance

To barter free will

Against bathos

Fatalistic thrill seekers

Lost to ennui,

Without a joyful reunion

With death

As a fearsome escape

To be drawn to...

From,

What would humanity become?