And Death Comes...
And death comes
not in a rush
one or two
persons, people
call them what you
will. Will death, it will
come like tornado or hot
spring, winter or summer.
Just will it it will appear
in dreams incognito, in
the sun and the moon.
Listen to the calm of it
it's surface reality is hidden
it will appear in terrific strike
you will hear of it while sleeping
eating, on the car or the bike.
Unlike the radio or television news
this comes in guise only for the chosen
few.
And then, you don't know what to do.
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