Angel of Death

The sun baked the earth rock hard and dry
Groping for water
A little trickle, anything
We were in the back pullin the fence down
Huffing and puffing. Sweat forming in bubbles all over our body
Tugging and smashing the ancient timber
Still showing they are not too far gone
Swooping down came the angel of death
Eyes aflame, maw open, eating, eating
Eating what?
I don't know
Cannot see its mouth
It was flying straight at me
I smiled feeling calm
Unafraid
Silently watching the flopping angels approach
Closer, closer, ever closer
Until, swoosh
It was gone
Another illusion of the mind
Weakened and defeated by my detachment
No thoughts of mine to feed it
Give it strenght
Unourised with its existence shown as illusion
It ceased to be
In fact it had never been 
I did not get excited or ponder the new finding
There was no I
I simply watched
Watched and watched some more.