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