Unending Marathon

Like a large, black,
stag beetle, you give a sermon
on living. You don’t believe
in death.

Ready to jump from the
cliff, how did you reach there?
Slipping through the
cracks of a marathon!

Amid fear and anxiety
hitting the raw line of finish
with tranced frenzy.

After glass and long kisses,
did you eat the prickly pears ?
On the way to salvation, you
were giving very-
uncharitable commentary
at the terminus.