Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

A Taste of Death

They say that at 5:00 p.m.
   the dead come back to life
Were they actually dead --
   Do they really revive? 

Also, that sleep is a taste of death
   Pray tell, is it?
Does it taste like death?

We don't know what Death is
   We imagine it as best we can
Anthropomorphize it, as we do G-d
   We dehumanize, demystify -- Pity, that!

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Winged Warrior April 30, 2019 at 12:38 PM Death!...the final frontier...or is it?...well said my friend...happy final endings...^WW^ Gershon Wolf April 30, 2019 at 2:47 PM Right, W.W. We just don't know about that frontier we call death... Some (including me) hope the soul lives on, and almost can't imagine it not doing so...But really, who knows?! Thanks for your view and viewpoint. ~ gw

Kim Rodrigues April 30, 2019 at 10:54 AM So true, Gershon! We will not know until we release that final breath. I think about my dear cousin who died from cancer when she was 52 and then my grandma. Both stories are noteworthy. Gershon Wolf April 30, 2019 at 2:46 PM Thanks for sharing, Kim, and may your cousin and your grandma rest in peace. Blessings, Gershon