I walk down to the pew
Isle by isle
only to find myself on
Death’s row.
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I sit without knowing
and have a conversation
with a man dressed all in
black.
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He and I talk about the world
We talk about the mundane,
as if it's just another day.
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I bask in the presence of another
as a numbness turns to pain.
And the man in black offers
his embrace.
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Sadness surrounds me and
one by one, they make their way
to the front.
Offering roses, lily's, and tulips
to an altar adorned in white and gold.
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I walk up to the front, chrysanthemum
in hand and when I look down.
It's none other than my own face
that I behold.
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No longer of this earth,
Death approaches as a friend.
At my unease, he reassures me
of a life well lived.
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Tells me of better days
and let’s me know, it’s all okay
and not to dwell on things that
could have been.
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Death is pleasant
Death is sweet
For only a guide is he.

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