Death touches us all, you, me, everyone, she is ours,
The two legged, four legged, rooted trees & flowers,
Those of root, stem, leaf, scale, claw & plumed feather,
Those who swim, slide, fly, hop & walk, all of us together.
Death touches the rich, poor, the black, yellow & white,
The ill, the well, the old, the young, it´s all in our plight,
Those who love, hate, lead, or those who simply follow,
Though we find it difficult & at times, hard to swallow.
Death´s not only of morticians, surgeons, doctors & carers,
But of everything that´s birthed, not only of pall bearers,
If only we were as at peace with death, as she is with us,
Friends forever, walking together, without all the fuss.