This is the second book in the [Destructive Poems] series, which comprises 100 poems grouped under the title "Destructive Poems on Death." Each poem contains a footnote that targets two birds: savoring and contemplation, aiming to inspire readers once again. The book explores various topics related to death, including:

Similarities between death and enlightenment, settings resembling death, the spectrum of death, the travesty of death, the relationship between life and death, the relationship between oneself and others in the context of death, the identity that is revealed through death, the meaning of death for the immortal, the wise encounter with death, death that transcends rather than challenges, circular death, the meaning of death from a reversed perspective, and death from a monistic point of view, optimization of death, what matters and doesn't in death, death as a process, death without unconsciousness, not dismal death, life extension, immortality, suicide, heaven, previous incarnations, karma, and so on.

Here are some representative poems on Death

Life continued

What exists between life and life to keep life from being disconnected?

Above all, I search for someone

Who will live my life

Considering the possibility of not being reborn

Even if I am reborn, my brain will be a blank slate

Dangerous - I need to connect my life before I depart

Not necessity for me to live my own life

It’s okay to pass on my life to others

Find someone, hand over the baton of life to them

Whoever holds the baton will connect it

Connecting my life even in death

The baton shall live on forever

The day I pinned

No confrontation

For I foresaw it

Year ##, month ##, day ##

My fear level was zero

For I reserved it

I felt today was the day of departure

Three years ago, I began planting white chrysanthemums

These three years have been the climax of my life

Thumbs up!

Life depends on death

Avoiding death and being terrified of death is

Living in fear, avoiding life

Scoring by receiving the rugby ball of death is

Scoring by receiving the rugby ball of life

Turning away from death, and being terrified of it are

Turning away from life, and being terrified of it

Dear death, please take care of my life

For your sake, I live in this manner

Clam and conch

You're a clam, I'm a conch

Let's go surfing together

Invite crabs and make friends with starfishes

Oh, by the way

It's alright for us to be united as a conch shell or shell conch

In the next life, let’s be born as one body

Instead of going somewhere

Only there! Only one location!

Let's meet up there

Neither paradise nor hell

Only there can we bind as one

Deathbed speaks

It whispers that every possible self-definition is incorrect

That I misinterpreted myself

That I've been living with the wrong vision of myself

Unable to stem the tears

What no one told me throughout my life

The deathbed reveals my ignorance

My tears have dried up before I realized it

And I had to leave the bed

Whose breeze is that breeze?

A person who desired to be breeze

Fled and turned into breeze

The hunched waist that rushed to the earth

The hunched waist that worked eyes down towards the ground

Is flying above the sky with her back straight

Flick swish flick swish

The breeze soars high and straight

Her two-handed hoeing rendering her unable to bind loosened pus

Will she still yearn to hoe in the sky?

For a little while, the grandma’s breeze lands on top of the hoe

It swallows the longing

Diaper

I am wearing diapers after a long time

Again after 90 years? It’s sooner than I expected

The door of death has come knocking today

Well, I should begin removing diapers without delay

Gradually, I will reduce meals and water intake

Pee won’t be produced

Then I can finally take off the diapers

For the wrap-up party, I will have to ask you to don a shroud

And I will wait to bid this world adieu

Thank God, I won’t be in a hospital to die

Leaving without getting sick

River runs and banks run

Flow runs between banks

Cycle runs between banks

River runs between banks

One bank cannot meet with the other, endlessly

Two lines running in the same direction, eternally

The left bank from looking here

The right bank from looking there

The left bank is death

The right bank is death

The left bank is birth

The right bank is birth

Which is birth, which is death?

Runners speak with one mouth

Whatever

One answer

This dying and separating body, not a solution

The only answer, that I cannot be divorced from myself

Dying and changing identity, not a solution

The only answer, that it persists even after death

Showing and touching, not solutions

The only answer is intangible

Death directly addresses the answer

Life indirectly provides the answer

Respectively, one answer is there

Mango

My grandson came to see me with mangoes

I told him I wouldn't eat them

He put it in front of my mouth, urging me to take a bite

Its delicious aroma wafted right in front of my nose

He tempted me with exotic fruit I've never tried before

Alright, just one bite

Wow, it's yummy

So sweet

This is how mango tastes

I stopped after just one bite

But my grandson kept insisting for one more

I shut my mouth tightly

Closed my eyes, turned around to convey stern refusal

And I thought

It’s fortunate that I‘m leaving after tasting mango