Sonnet 5

If fear itself is fear, fear not the dead With birthdays and departures on their stone We hold the fear of death inside our head Until the day our coffin keeps the bone Perjure thy fear of life under the mound For fear fondles a lie with every breath It will not be thyself inside the ground Only the copy of thou fear of death The price to pay for living is to die Emerging from the shackles of the flesh Why not enjoy a slice of life with pie Before thy life and unknown journey mesh Nature of life and death change on the lever And life is death, as death is life forever