Birth meets death

Swallow it down,

throat expands like

a snake.

Swollen mound;

free floating

in a sack,

the moving dead

turning, twisting;

pretending.

Fingers and toes

scratchy little hat-

perfectly

limp, cold feet

pressed black on white by a

cold, cold fish.

Smile for the camera-

and again,

and again.

Birth meets death

swallow it down,

down,

like a snake.