When the rains came. And the grass came alive; flooding in its teeming, existence, over concrete.

His death came in
getting out of the
way; skipping over
microcosms to find
successive cliffs
downstairs, pointed
with the dint of death.
Some people would call
it comical or unfortunate.
But it was neither;
rather it is a proclamation
of life;that refuted in its
tipsey-daisy dances and
skips, the invisibility of life.