I saw death.
In nights still
It came to me and
So I saw
A dullness.
Without courage for
black or white.
Pigment poor
Devoid of shape
And touch
Crumbling cowardly into dust.
Nothing left.
Like a mermaid
To ancient mariners
Death calls us
Resist its’ rest
Tho’ it sweetly calls
And beguiles
It mentions not
That to a word
Is a lie
An empty promise
The sense
only absurd.
