A World without the Pain of Death

i woke from dream, cried, short of breath:
what nightmare in my own desire -
a world without the pain of death
where no man fears he will expire.

The earth was dry as blocks of sand,
a lifeless heap we couldn't know
and not one leaf would grace this land
without the kiss of nature's flow;

Where death did not exist in theory
life as we know it was not found
and every body that stood near me
seemed to be yearning for the ground;

Where none had ever died before
no worm could feast on sustenance,
no seeds could spring out of the floor,
no thing could start, where no thing ends.

The earth was such a dreary place -
no laughter came from people's lips
walking forever through the maze
and dreaming of apocalypse.

Despite it all they cherished living
and I suppose we'd never see
the ailments that can be forgiven;
no matter what, man wants to be.

They couldn't know for what they're yearning
and hungry in the inner eye
are things of which they're never learning:
What privilege it is to die.