Morbidly: Poem

The human race, such helpless creatures

Doomed as any other animal

Still raging on the battles, clinging to

Our naivete

Walking slowly towards death

Driving to it

All the while trying to avoid it

Parents fear for their children

The children fear for their parents

Lovers fear lest their love-boat sinks

We all quiver in our footwear

I pray with the words

Wishing that they live on

Carry some of me ahead

Even when my bones are but dust

Our fragile hearts too unsure

Too disturbed by

The weight of the macabre

So hushed are we about it

Don’t talk about it

Don’t read about it

Let the doctors and nurses and coroners do the needful

Weep and wail and shriek when death takes another

Bury this one

Burn that one

And wait for your turn