Saturday, 30 July 2016
Poetry 2016 / 074
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.