Regret

Death, I know we havent met yet,
and gawd help me, I hope we never will
but to make that moment bearable I need to know...
do you hurt?

When the bodies fall around your skeletine feet
Some small, tiny even, crying out for parents,
Some old, withered, frail and unprotected,
or the lovers standing against you together,
but we all know no-one escapes you, dont we?..Dont we?
Do your sightless eyesockets evaporate liquid remorse at those moments?
Maybe you want to throw down your sythe?
Well... Im waiting for a reply...

You're the reaper, Mort, Death, the dark angel.
But is there some story, photograph, memory you want to forget?
On dark nights when the worlds greiving, not dying
do you open a black book,
trace names made in blood pencil -is it messy?
Scratchy, spider scrawls 'John smith' 1801
I cant imagine you to be naturally administrative in any case.

Do you embrace the dead?
Do you take them to a good place like were meant to believe
or do you just take them to the start again?
Do you laugh and walk away?
Do you regret?
Are you humane, or are you just human?
Do you crush the souls as we fall over the edge, a game of sorts?
Im still waiting...




Doesnt matter you'll tell me eventually..