Death

a short poem about death

We slander him with fearful loathing

This the last of all God's agents

While we're dressed in fleshly clothing

Every heartbeat marks his patience

Reviews

[von Froszt]

Quite amazing that it is often the scarcity of words that defines their economy. In just four lines you’ve summed up the beauty of death, the futility of life and the importance of perspective in considering life’s inevitable mysteries. We hate the idea of death so we call it everything but the name that fits; about death we say everything we can to distract outselves from death’s looming shadow..

[Frank Miles]

Thank you for that. It's good to know that these ideas were actually conveyed. You've nailed the meaning down perfectly. Cheers.

[busterlee]

Ominous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[IvanLazaroff]

Simple, yet powerful. Love it.

[Onlyme]

Dark, deep and hauntingly so true.

[Frank Miles]

Thanks, Dee. I wrote it long ago, but never shared it until now.

Death is not to be feared, it comes last so by definition it's not rushing for us. It takes its time.