The Places Where We Die
Some deny them, some prepare
But we all know we’re
Going there
To the places where we die.
They might as well be in the stars
Mine on Venus, yours on Mars
Because we only know we’re
Going there
Not the when and not the where
Only that,
Waiting there
Are the places where we die.
SW, 2019
Copyright © Steve Watson | Year Posted 2019
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