On Death and Dying

Quiet lying, laid out there

I wanted so to comb his hair

And close his mouth still open wide

To see him thus seemed so unfair

A man of dignity and pride

They laid his hands down by his side

Eyes closed as not to stare in space

And still the fear of night implied

There was no peace upon his face

He did not greet the dark with grace

He did not leave on his own terms

When angels chose to end his race

To stand before him now affirms

We all were born to feed the worms

Wilson/06