everyone we meet
seems to fear death
in a way that clutches at the heart
and fills the lungs with icy panic,
freezing the body from the inside out.
they are afraid
(oh, they are afraid)
but they fear death above all else.
death (the fear of) is the foundation
upon which our society is built.
it is the greatest mystery
and the simplest story
in the history of humanity.
it is a bland truth:
almost all beings fear death
deep in their bones,
even when they claim
that it does not scare them.
and we wonder, sometimes,
you and I,
if the reason we do not fear death
is that our own personal Hell is here and now.