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Dance of The Death

Dance of The Death

written by: Megha Sood



“Six feet of earth makes us all equal.”
–Italian (on death and dying)

The clutching bones
make the rattling sound
and the grim reaper makes his
eerie presence felt around

Life is squeezed out of this moment
gasping and choking;
with no air to breathe
the darkness has engulfed
that sliver of the sunshine
happiness has been pushed
into the deep ravine

Those squeals have been locked
shut in the boxes so tight
the screech and the screaming
have been warming the air
and taking birth

The firmament of the hell
has been opened and the soul
is gutted & the body is ripped
ready to be fed in pieces

The wails of the weeping widows
adorn and embellish
this ashen room
the pungent smell in the air
carries its gloom

Ghouls and the monsters are
lingering in the dark
start calling out your name
as the macabre dance
of the death
slowly begins.

Megha Sood

Megha Sood

Megha Sood is an Assistant Poetry Editor at MookyChick(UK). Over 450+ works in journals including FIVE:2: ONE, Dime Show Review, Kissing Dynamite, Poetry Society of New York, etc.Three-time State-level Winner NJ Poetry Contest 2018/2019/2020, National level Winner Spring Robinson Prize, Finalist Pangolin Poetry Prize 2019, Adelaide Literary Award 2019. Currently co-editing an anthology celebrating 100 years of the suffrage movement in the US. Blogs at Megha's World.
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