Death is the world’s favorite color–
the one she wears daily
with her necklaces of skulls and crossbones,
her garments of falling gazelles,
her cloak of a million pounding warheads,
her eyes holding fire from a million explosions.
Death is the world’s favorite pastime–
as she marches into the Roman Colosseum
and opens the lion cages, screaming,
This is how I created you!
This is what you were born to be!
And yet some of you have the audacity