Every death is disgusting.
Every death is not horrifying.
The odor of death makes everyone
turn away and is thus disgusting to the core.
The important deaths turn the body back
to the fatal beauty, the deadly stillness,
that was once the most important
human thing of their life,
their death dividing them from their life,
a survivor unmoored from human gravity,
from the parental, sibling panoply of DNA
changing their memory and motivation,
awareness becoming the
horror, horrible, horrifying echo
following them to become redeemer/murderer
whichever way their spirit settles,
until for every horrifying death
their soul can only shriek:
Oh mother, mother!
Oh father, father!
Oh Absalom, my son,
would God had I died for thee!