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Donne With Death

by Don Matley

Donne said…………….

“Death be not proud” ……………………......
But death was not listening

But hear me now as I am the poet’s emissary
And I expect you to be all ears……….

As I challenge the essence of death
Using the interrogative :

O’ Death, Are you the epitome of infinity?
Do you think you are the white knight correcting
The mistake of birth?
How is it that you think you can destroy the legacy of a loved one who led a beautiful and righteous life?
Does your cancerous vision obliterate mothers, fathers, daughters and sons?
And are you content in your vanity and arrogance?

O’ Death, I think not. You are more miserable than those who mourn your latest victim. You are alone for you dismiss all you meet. And the parted are not bereft of company as their parlors are filled with love, memories and souls. And the souls of the parted speak to the living. They announce your coming so you will be no surprise.

And the living are steeled to say “ Death, be not proud” and when you die no one will mourn.



04/09/2017

Posted on 04/09/2017
Copyright © 2017 Don Matley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/09/17 at 12:14 PM

This poem is quite beautiful and extraordinary, whose theme and the attitude of which I concur wholeheartedly.

Posted by Brian Francis on 04/11/17 at 02:12 PM

You converse with death here and speak much truth I like the package I like the the way you handle this subject. peace --bf

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/19/17 at 06:58 PM

Well put Don. In the end, Death is the loser, and we are the winners.

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