Death, Respectfully

Poised to pounce

Panther on the plains

Of a Serengeti

Feeling froggish green

Ready to betray the

Depth of my Fatherland

The craggy, sharp rocks of

This rainy sky sea

Fleeing to the

Ashy, burnt rich lands

Of flies that buzz the

Song of beautiful Atlantis

Once it dove into my

Life of webbed feet, fins

And plethora of colorful scaly skins

The fire, scars my feet

And gives me energy full

Bubbling blisters to savor

Ripe, acid taste of

Burnt flesh and fresh

Air that leaves pools

Of oxygen in the chest

Carnivorous plump opaque

Maggots to feast because

They’ve gorged on

Decadent decayed rotten

Eagle eggs rendering

My lava hot red new

Abode tantalizing and

Tortuous to my senses

On, on, soaring to

My sparkling fizzed

Champagne blue tent

That is topped by

The fresh morning

Mimosa sky and I

Decide to never

Die on top a blood

Red mountain top