DEATH, A POEM

I had this dream, I don't know if it was real but so real it seemed
Death came for me
Not a word
It wasn't a skeleton
It did not wield a scythe
I did not want to go
I did not know what it was
There was no cloak in this spirit
There was no form at all
Death was a mere cloud
It took me through a hall

I walked many steps
At one point I stopped
Death was now in front
When suddenly the cloud dropped
It formed a stream on the floor
Rivers of reflection
I guess death was giving me time for retrospection
I was so young upon first glance
Here I was looking at my life
Stripped down for an eventual rise

Death my friend what it this?
I see ships with hulls all of them rotting
The ships sink to the water as they make a big mess
Things keep happening
I can't well see the rest
Death my dear friend it's been like a ride
I look upon my life with a great deal of pride

I ask death one more time what's going on
It doesn't respond and something is wrong
What will I do?
What did I do?
Everything is odd
I am dead
I have not bled
My clothes are not red
Why death?
What has my attitude bred?

Death told me
I was good
I was decent
My parting was not recent
It takes time to see my life
Even if I was good and polite
Thank you death I know I did right

DEATH, MY OLD FRIEND, HOW ARE YOU?

Death is the event we are born for in this life. There is no way to tell when or how it's coming we just know that it is. To many death is a form with a scythe and little in the way of friendly conversation. Ultimately death has a job but do you ever wonder what it would say to you or you would say to it ? I think I have my Antonius Block conversation all figured out.

DEATH: I have come to claim your soul

ME: Want to play Dominoes?

DEATH: No time.

ME: Eternity is a long time don't you think?

DEATH: What do you want to talk about?

ME: How do you chose people's time?

DEATH: It's a lot like the subway, every train has a turn.

ME: If I win a Domino game can I live longer?

DEATH: No.

ME: Was I a bad person?

DEATH: Not my call.

ME: Was I a good person?

DEATH: I don't know, were you?

ME: Good answer.

DEATH: I don't have a conscious nature.

ME: Want a tea?

DEATH: Goes through me quick.

ME: Shall we?

DEATH: Please I am pressed for eternity.

I know this is all freaky but in truth it's life or as some may refer to it the hamster wheel full of shit that we must all run inside of for a set period of time.