What is death
A moment’s thrill
To swallowing a loathsome pill
And in the darkness holding still
Tomorrows come unbroken
Until death comes
Till death us part
For swimming in a savaged heart
Gives not beyond the beckoned start
For starting words unspoken
Death is but a long retreat
Until the end our path doth meet
And still so cold beneath my feet
I walk till I’ve awoken
Therein lies death’s clever hand
A wandering soul, a contraband
A stranger in a strange new land
A heart of mighty folk sin
So give me quiet death I fear
I fear the moment beckons near
And in my heart I face the rear
For quiet moons, a cloak n’
Dagger in the moonlight
A dance for lovers’ spoon might
Be far to light a room, fight
For breath, for word unspoken
Sometimes I want the quiet night
When blinding light is just too bright
I find I’m taking no delight
In walking. I am broken
