Thine death is a calling
For 'tis him that does pull thee through
Through the kingdom that is life
But now death draws his shears
Cuts loose the rope that ties thee to him
Shall thee become stranded here?
Or shall thee decide to follow him?
Does thee wish to stay awhile?
And drink a little bread and wine
Beside thy fellow companions?
For what does it matter if thee does?
To rest a time, be still and see where thee lies?
Does a mocking bird call to thee?
Or does a badger quiver in his burrow?
Ready, waiting to pounce. To kill.
Why ever not? For thee dawdles in death’s wake
Lay thee beside him every night
Thee shares thy dreams with death
Thee let thyself become entrapped in his wrath!
Death laughs in thy face.
