ANCIENT AND MODERN DEAD

A look at death through the ages.

THE ANCIENT AND MODERN DEAD

Death , it hangs in the air like a stench
Bringing with it the elevated and lowly wench
No one escapes her wrath , the prostitute the homeless
and of course the very last, you and God forbid , me

You had a friend, another and another
You listened while the sages rapt on friendship
The last and final grand salute to mankind
Old Death me thinks was more the brother

The books on ancient life are full and then climax
in the fall of civilization and then another
While Death plies his trade unnoticed for he
is still and always was your silent brother

We form attachments , grandiose
Life tickles us and then we grieve
Always thinking of the future close and grand reprieve
Life trickles down the stream, believe

Try to find your long lost friend
The one you forgot about and then
You heard one day that he was dead
You are alone and death just followed a trend

A year ago when friendship lost
To important things
We stop , trying to remember
What it is that only death brings

----- Eagle Cruagh


 

Reviews

[Emily Rae]

Great write. How did these reviewers overlook the reading on that tombstone?? laughing out loud, clever man

[Norma M Sutton]

Nice. Interesting angle.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

this is really a great piece. probably the tightest one of yours i've read so far. profound sentiments, simply stated, and in a unique way that is really entrancing and though-provoking.

"While Death plies his trade unnoticed for he
is still and always was your silent brother"

well crafted lines right there. love it.

"We form attachments , grandiose
Life tickles us and then we grieve"

that's amazing. yes yes