IT is not easy to die, O it is not easy
to die the
death.
For death comes when he will
not when we will
him.
And we can be
dying, dying, dying
and longing utterly to die
yet death will not
come.
So build your ship of death, and let the soul
drift
to dark
oblivion.
Maybe life
is still our portion
after the bitter passage of oblivion.