In A Better Place Poem by Tristian Ford

Dear lovely dreadful hateful Death,


Will you take until there is no one left?
You may take our last, but you can't the next
Our fight for breath
We may pant for breath
with bated breath
We will take the next - steps in life
Until we're on your dark doorstep
In full swing
We aim at you but never hit anything
You taketh all beings
under your dark wings
But one day, you too, will feel that sharp sting

This suffering flesh we all
bear
No matter where we run,
you always find us there
To make it either more or less
We are the ones who will awake once again afresh

And when we finally catch our breath
And find you have nothing left
Make an effort not to be short of breath
Everyone you've touched will attend your darkening doorstep-
the funeral of poor death
As it takes its last dying cold breath

Still, unlike rotten torn flesh
It will not be deaths appointed apex
Never to kill - only to change
Into some other thing -
yet never again
the same

Dear lovely dreadful hateful Death,

Sincerely,
let me proclaim!
Change is thy other name