We Die

We die and we are rich with lovers and loved ones,
tastes we’ve experienced, fragrances we’ve sweated and
bodies we’ve entered.
We die and we are rich with multiple ecstasies, sexual
obsessions, unrealized dreams and city roundabouts.
We die and we are rich with erotic fantasies, human
parasites, whispered lies and garlic bread.
We die.
We die mutated freaks unrecognized by our own eyes.
She died and history is lost.
She died a Divine Freak.