Member Poem

How does it feel
To have the overarching
Angel of Death looming over you?

I know her intimately.
A Solicitous anxiety
You feel ?

No . No..No... Smug fool.
No more solicitous for you
Than a fitted pine box.

I presage no redemption
For your birthright in Heaven.
You sold that long ago.

The World you leave a mess
Means nothing
To the Angel of Death.
She just came to end yours.