Death Is Out Threre Poem by James Tipp

Death is out there! !

Death storks the planet in a million disguises
From the minutest virus to the terrorist bomb
From the civilized drone to the beheading ghoul
Its the secret we live with that remains unspoken
Its the certainty that nobody believes in, shush!
Its the silent ripple out that effects so many
Victims of this unspoken reality, silenced, shush!
Our reality is endless as the space we live in
Now measured in millions of light years, eternity
This vacuum that allows no sound to be heard
So the weeping tears are lost in the silence, no shush!
No anything that can be heard, yet we the victims
Walk ever onward into oblivion, never naming death
Only seeking in every way to remove its presence
Until the day will come when it will be needed again.
As a welcome visitor on a fading planet, to small to cope.