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.
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