And What of Death
And what of death
that fateful realm we
fear
and through our fear
make worse
I say embrace
this night-clad marvel
for what harm can it do
us
once we are gone from
mortal flesh
and if naught there be
beyond
then all the better
that I embraced my fill
of life
and left regret behind.
Mourn not for the
missing mass
of flightless atoms
that was me
and laugh instead, for
earth is room enough
without one more to
clutter life
and steal the precious
air.
Put me from your minds
at once
and with the sooty
scent of angels
release me to the great
unknown.
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