Terminal Cosplay Velocity

Why continue, why persist

With personifying death,

Feature of all living things,

Preceding the first person

By a billion years or two?

A poem states, Death doesn’t choose,

And while this seems true enough

For poetic purposes,

Lyric generalization,

It also implies death could

Choose, if death took a fancy

To becoming choosier.

Disintegration involves

Entropy, and entropy

Happens to grow where imports

Of energy don’t chase it

Out of lives where it’s living,

Accumulating daily,

So much like its enemy,

Memory, compost golem.

Entropy and memory,

Runt twins wearing death’s black robe,

One standing on the other,

Trying not to fall over.