Death is inevitable, unpredictable, and undetectable.

Death

Storm Bee

And can no longer hear or say a word at death

As an umbilical cord is cut off from the belly at birth

Death shudders shoulders, even to the bones

Who dare, for the death that kills, crave?

Death takes dear ones and then their dearth

Death takes the wicked and then they are week

Who dears board the plane of death, even gratis?

The plane that must crash, in spite of practice

Like condemned criminals that await firing squad

Like sympathizers who cry more than the bereaved

A believer that is sure of heaven often asks