Death And I

When death comes I’ll need not love – Consumed, No wreath or dove Could offer me salvation, Not when I’m no more. A weathered stone will bear my name – Identity of once a being Living out existence in A world of risk, and never seeing Sense of why we’re here. My genes will die away thro’ child – Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought, Will quickly dim with generation – Bow to future dominance – Memories of provenance Resigned to curious few. When death comes I’ll need not grace Below; no grieving face Will call my resurrection, Not when I’m at ground – Death and I so bound. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011 Death Crawl death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death