#2457 -- everyone’s trying to get away from death

 

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everyone’s trying to get away from death

 

we’re in a great rush

trying our best

it’s like there’s a bad smell

 

open the windows

try to let death out

 

keep dusting, keep brushing, keep wiping away

 

death’s got a bad wraap

they’re calling it out too

want to shut it down before it’s too late

 

they shun death like …

it’s like death’s got the plague

 

it’s fast as we can

we’re running away from death

 

we don’t want to have ‘the conversation’

we wouldn’t give death the time of day

 

but we’re all on the one travelator  

 

call it the inexorable

death is amazingly reliable

we break down

it doesn’t

we actually seem to be greasing the wheels

 

look away but death’s crept up beyond you

maybe death’s looking you right in the eye

 

denial!

 

everyone’s running a mile

  into those headwinds

slowing to a crawl

then lying in

squeezing out a few last words

 

say something called prayer

conjure up a soul if you please

none of it ever works

 

they told Job to curse God

he had a devil of a time

 

death’s had this bad press

they’ve got this grim thing going

 

get to the end of the line

and we’re waiting

…so many forms you won’t have to fill out

 

see death sometimes in an unswept corner

under the rug, you know what to do

 

but all our best intentions rot

it’s how hell was paved to begin

and still today, so many undone

now arriving

 

black limousine

you shine just by seeing

and proud!  just try telling death

death’s all dominion

 

it’s a lot like love when you think –

an inescapable devotion

 

this one is a terrible hoarder

100 billion of us signed up so far

or you could say … conscripted

 

unconditional death!

even as we speak

or sigh

did you?

gasp and moan…

it’s being declared somewhere right now

 

think punishment, call it a sentence

think payment of debt

as if life were a thing only leant

when this is the way our world rolls

 

can’t we just accept, go gentle?

 

one thinks of those happy years we had together

           mourning for a grief

some say death’s a machine

but it’s growing trend

it will always be the latest thing

 

death fucks with tense and aspect

 

I cash in my rewards card

I cross the finish line

I pass

 

in death I will arrive

it’s where all the wishing will get you

in death wes will have arrived