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