A kale shield can never hold off the unending march of the universe's desires. At least we are made of the universe. For a time, we bring sentience into the universe, and perhaps, we help it understand itself.
I don't know where I am going along with those statements, but the reincarnation of our matter is always a positive part of my perspective on existence.
You get it. The kale wasn't the cure - nothing can beat time and rot. Perhaps the title wasn't the best but it meant to suggest that nothing is the cure for death - we all get eaten by woodlice in the end.
Thanks for commenting, even if it is a poem. People are so darn scared of poetry.
So they should be. Poetry is terrifying, because it makes us feel things that are not comfortable to feel.
Or extraordinary beautiful, or soul affirming, or magical etc etc