The Brave
The brave in this world
rarely die on death-bed
as the cowards globe-run
and meander in hiding
Yes. The brave fall off
as broken leaves and pods
from trees of the tropics
and pines of the tundra
Decent burial, accidental;
Necessary dying they do
Their bones scatter all over
with hyena providing
major transport vehicles
to the final destination
and the story continues
unabated in this cradle
of humanity of no eyes
to see and ears to hear
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