Death, bold, inflexible
Lurking about with your
Bitter smug authority
Stealing life
Like a pickpocket
On city streets
Collecting souls exuberantly
Demise
The final act
Of whomever you touch
Impartial to age or gender
Prosperity is of no concern
Nor destitution
Neither genius nor dim-wittedness
Nor beauty or repulsiveness
Loved or hated
It matters not to you
Swiftly you come to some
Without warning
No preparation
For those
Left behind
Akin to a rude houseguest
To clean up your
Unwelcome mess
While others linger
Agonizing
Knowing, knowing
Awaiting your arrival
Tic Toc tic toc tic toc
Time drags on
Begrudgingly
Then poof
Performing your final
Magic trick
You move on
© Leatherman 2012
Your poem elegantly expresses every aspect of death's impact. Once again, a great read!
ReplyDeleteThank you Judith, for always taking the time to read my work.
ReplyDeleteWow Brenda ~ Awesome work! This poem has a powerful grip on me from the beginning...the ending is very powerful, too.
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