Reflections on Death

Reflections on Death

What is death?
I don’t understand
It any more than I ever have.
I know I’m dying,
Everyday, we’re all dying,
Slow as molasses.
We move on,
Slow shadows on the face of a giant clock,
Our planet,
Spinning through the solar system.
Death is not my worst fear,
Being nothing would be worse,
Just going through the motions.
This world is dying, slowly, with us.
It’s fading, everyday disappearing,
Part by part.
Don’t let the thought of death consume you.
But don’t let everyone tell you that you’re insane,
Because you think on death.
We’re all dying,
The branches bend and snap and break,
Skies turn gray
Full with mourning for the world
Dying.
The television blares news
Of children dying and countries shaken.
How can we not think on death
When death surrounds us?
Before you were born where were you?
Do not fear nothing
Because you’ve been nothing before,
When you were not.
Do not cry death,
Because the sun comes up each morning
And chases away the darkness.
It will always do this
Until the day it explodes
And sends the world spinning.
But do not worry on that,
We’ll be long gone.
Death will come sooner
And spirit our cares away.