Death, Ye Make Life Immortal, and Man Wise

Man’s survived quakes of an angry Ma Earth, Giant tsunamis and floods every age, Red hot eruptions from under her girth, And tilts of Poles that cause ice age in rage, Every doom's day prophecy and death-wish, Surviving long years caught in jaws of death, Still, born again, though somewhat in anguish, And paying dear for his undying faith— Man mortal in immortal Petri dish, A deathless soul devising fresher breath That with each passing beat approaches death, It’s ye O Death, life gets fresh lease of kiss, Ye that the soul can a new garment don, Devine boon that life carries on and on, It’s ye again that man gets wise, once gone. ________________________________________ Sonnets | 07.11.2011, revised April 2023| Poet’s note: Yea, man is not, but life is immortal. Death is a device to ensure this. It is death that man gets wise, sings this sonnet allowing itself one more line.