WASTED LIFE BY David W Choate
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.