God and Death
God is a long-time neighbor who you used to imagine could become a closer friend – someone that you have become accustomed to judging at a distance.
Death is a beautiful woman, infamous, inviolable, sans emotional attachments. She is too beautiful for human emotions. No one remains surprised anymore. No one doubts her majestic impersonality. Strange, then, because tears, cries, and hysterical lamentations accompany her arrival.
Death advises. Please marry, or fall in love, or make love in fantasy to shadows lacking corporeal reality. This will lessen the disappointment, the final loss, the bitterness, at the end.
Be wary. Stranger.
Life, the felicitous wife; Death, the less kind, less forgiving mistress.
Love yourself less openly. If you love your wife too passionately, too intensely, too proudly, Death, the cryptic, closeted mistress, becomes jealous.
Death strews advice like funeral flowers.
Darryl Lorenzo Wellington is poet, essayist, performance artist and journalist living in Santa Fe, NM. His poetry has appeared in Pedestal, Boston Review, Matter Monthly, Drunken Boat, N+1, Yellow Medicine Review, and other places. His collection, Life’s Prisoners, received the 2017 Turtle Island Quarterly poetry chapbook award.