Death Is Not the Livings Fear
Death is Not the Living’s Fear
Is there life before the dying
Or preparation for the end?
Solitary gauntlet dash
Predetermined dust and ash?
Leveraged buyout of a soul
Darkened light of final hole.
Belief stripped naked in a field
No saintly symbols as a shield.
Who am I at core of me
Devoid of worldly shell they see?
Stow away or voyager
Hunter or death’s forager.
Pawn of heartless fingered fate
Knight full charging conquered gate.
Death is not the living’s fear
it’s living makes the death seem near.
2010
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