Ode To Death
ODE TO DEATH—EASTER 2016
Lo, Death, of thee I sing,
Is there being beyond thy sting?
We live our life in fear of thee,
Yet you visit us inevitably.
Do you blot us out, or set us free?
Does the source of all that makes us who we are,
Desert us when from Earth we disappear?
Minions upon minions have heard your knock before.
Death do you close, or do you open to us the door?
I have yet the breath of life;
Shall breathe it till I die.
I wonder if I’ll breathe it still
When Death comes wandering by.
--John T Haupt.
Copyright © John Haupt | Year Posted 2020
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