On Death

Posted on

Oh my predator, born of my whimpering life,
Symbiotic union of our destruction.
My friends are close
But you my enemy so much closer.
As first child then youth I glimpsed you,
Felt you sometimes when the wind in the forest
Made the trees uneasy.
As wasted years swept past,
With broken dreams and withered relationships,
So my strengths dulled and yours found dreadful purpose.
Now I feel you, daily, hourly.
You have fed me so well upon a feast of life’s joys
And seated at my elbow I am so driven,
To make a precious purpose of it all.
When at last you snatch with calculated zest,
You’ll find no satisfaction,
As together we will
In death’s sweet eternity, find at last our mutual rest.