Death too close

Death comes and creeps
brevity with impact
emotions for the now emotionless

Death comes and sweeps
Sliding past the smooth skins
from one to another

Death comes and chooses
a mark, God’s made,
a soul.

Death comes and slips
past me, not you,
but next to me

Death too close
too close and with cost
Death comes and goes
and we’re all left with dust

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