In Praise of Death Not vile of war not endurance of pain, sickness nor desires aim nor underfoot nor poison’s purchase nor sudden loss of. A simple death everyday, ordinary without drama in bed, loved ones around kettle on, nothing special in sleep mindful noting last breath alone, content.
In Praise of Death. A Poem
In Praise of Death Not vile of war not endurance of pain, sickness nor desires aim nor underfoot nor poison’s purchase nor sudden loss of. A simple death everyday, ordinary without drama in bed, loved ones around kettle on, nothing special in sleep mindful noting last breath alone, content.