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