Death and I
When death comes I’ll need not love – Consumed, No wreath or dove Could offer me salvation, Not when I’m no more. A weathered stone will bear my name – Identity of once a being Living out existence in A world of risk, and never seeing Sense of why we’re here. My genes will die away thro’ child – Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought, Will quickly dim with generation – Bow to future dominance – Memories of provenance Resigned to curious few. When death comes I’ll need not grace Below; no grieving face Will call my resurrection, Not when I’m at ground – Death and I so bound. |
The poem Death and I by Mark R. Slaughter talks of how when death comes for him he doesnt have a saving grace. His genes will die with his children and will quickly dim with the generation. The theme of death is related to the poem death taking him away from the risk of the world and no one offer him salvation or any saving grace.
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