Sobre La Muerte

Lions majestically the masters of all they survey
Ripe summer berries bringing joy in a moment
Human beings desperately scrounging up cash

Regardless of kind
Regardless of culture
Regardless of character
All life leads to one indispensable moment

So as I head toward death at a leisurely pace
Not hurried, nor dawdling
I strain my eyes to see farther

Beyond the granite plaque with my name
Will new vistas materialize for me to conquer?
Beyond the ceremony and the mourners with flowers
Will I slowly dissolve, like a painless cloud?

We march behind death
A cosmic Pied Piper
Leading us away, unsuspecting

Only seeing the portal as we come upon it
Too late to turn back
And that's all for the best.