DEATH Poem by Joey Fox

Who are we? If not an,
Elegant Catastrophe.

A catastrophe waiting, waiting to
Crash into our next story.

We warn ourselves of our future,
Exquisite in flame

and,
Furious in emotion.

What are we? If not the most
Elegant catastrophe.

We, We are more than
Furious emotions

We are more than
Exquisite flames.

Which wait, wait
To burn our next story.

Watch us burn
Tales of old

Hear us cry
The hysterical lie

Which spread through your,
Exquisite flames.

Fear, fear where
We will crash.

This, this is not our story.
Spread your wings.

Then fly, fly far. Far away
From this fire

You have caused.