How does it feel to die?

                        I
As Max Ernst was a painter
and Andre Breton was a poet.
a debaser of a chaser
is but a dying old hornet
                        II
Where stinging leaves a mark
on the hand of an artist.
An artist scars the vain heart
of the cold materialist.
                       III
But both are stuck in line
with a single cold question.
Asking how does it feel to die?
If there is no ascension...