for parag who asked for a poem on death

sixteen years have passed
and the girl has not changed
she still dreams of death
many deaths
many colored deaths
every smell
every corner of the death pit
where bodies wait eternally for the birds
every need of death
every touching tale of death
blood, axes, murders, suicides
she eats death
like newspaper stories over coffee
like bitches and their puppies
she eats death
she feels death
she needs death
she leads death
she sees death
she means death
she dreams of death
she dreams of death
she dreams up deaths
that never happen
she conjures death
she pulls it from a hat
she vomits it out
she follows it home
she kicks it in the shins
she lets it get on top
she writes for it
she cries for it
she slams the door in its face
she takes it by the arm
she nurses it
she feeds it honey
she smiles at death
caramel death
feline death
childish death
maddened death
crimson green blue death
she eats
she gorges
she’s full
she wants more