Death itself should not be seen
As an upright figure lean
As if he’s ever starved
Without the live-ers
Lovers, and
Hellsworn hearts he’s carved
Our lives in two
to wholly see
How bittersweet our fears will taste,
Why we were and how
You sure aren’t the first
You won’t be the last
One more mouthful
In a world repast
Can’t we stop - a minute, a fractured second- and look behind
Each man’s wall in his weary mind
See the chimera whose grubby hands have held so much
Lamentations from his frothing gulch
To chew and chew and swallow to
The empty that we never fill
Death is a grease gray bulk
Filled with only the bones and rot
Don’t worry someday
You’ll feel that darkness fall unseen
On your day and then
to keep from screaming close your eyes
You’re only dreaming when with a
slobbery slothen breath
You’re swallowed - but briefly- by the great maw
Death.
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