Cobras prefer to die

on treetops, they are

eager to give death

back.

Seldom discovered, the

way fire is shadowless.

How all that deadly

solitude elevates.

They starve

themselves to death--

they choose to wrap

up the cycle.

Literally.

Feed themselves to

samadhi, with what

was the kiss of death.

Proving that their

lifelong meditation was

grossly misunderstood.

Every time they rose.

Cobras love death.