Stranger Death: A Sacred Poem

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Stranger Death

Death a creeping stranger be
When he comes to call,
With a way that’s rather free
And a foot that falls
With its echo on the walk
Where the grass is thin,
And the neighbours of him talk,
He who enters in,
And none see until the last,
When the rush of life has passed.

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