Death

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.