Disaster days keep us alive.
We eat the dead. We burn the dead
and build from the dead, a fate
no cry of compassion can quit.
Disaster is the elixir of life, bringing
us to boil with adrenaline
until we feel on fire, so alive.
Complete peace only stagnates, dulls and deadens
as cunningly as poison,
and small sips make us all think we’re immune
but real salvation lies
in the terror of existence, where we live
just atoms away from death, always.
Here, there’s nothing to do but dance
between every breath
that could be our last.
Anything could happen.
It’s the disaster days that throw
us onward through time; it’s death
that gives us life until we die.