Monday 6 March 2017

Death

6 March 2016

Death is everywhere
You are prepared,
you say

It sneaks in
and 

steals your father
and your mother
and your brother
children
uncles
and aunts

Suddenly
you are unprepared 


Nothing you know
feels like Death

Do you really want to call?

You write to say
you'll call

But you don't

didn't 
haven't

The words 

crept into my mind
and whispered 
"We wouldn't have minded
being unspoken."