Death is a Delivery

Hark, you wildlings of the world!
The world is but a wing
of Time.

Look! It perches awhile
on the weightless branch
of Space.

Hark!
A leaf is dead-
disowned
by the tree.

Hear!
The crisp skeleton of a heart-
frail leaflet,
it goes.

Look!
Time ferries it again.

Look!
Look how it grows
in the womb
of the Universe.

The shedding was
a delivery.

Death too
was birth.