I like this poem. It's different, but has a valid point to it. Death is such a strange, yet romantic thing.
I've always said that Life is the Cynic, and Death is the Master. We're so cynical about Death, but in the end it still is in control. This poem was truly captivating.
The line at the end, "A bomb in a plane, or even a disease from our friends," is very blunt and deliberate. It states that we can't be afraid when it comes to death because Death is still our master.
I've always said that Life is the Cynic, and Death is the Master. We're so cynical about Death, but in the end it still is in control. This poem was truly captivating.
The line at the end, "A bomb in a plane, or even a disease from our friends," is very blunt and deliberate. It states that we can't be afraid when it comes to death because Death is still our master.
Very, very, well done poem.