We Are Pawns

Nothing is permanent. Death proves that In a glaring way With no apology Or heartfelt concern for us She does not creep. She pounces with a mighty mouth Devouring our loved ones Suddenly And completely No matter how much we think we are ready We are not Death is a reminder We are not in charge And we had better enjoy every moment We can while we still have it. We are pawns in a game Where rules are bent, Crushed, Broken And Smashed. Death. Nothing like her.