One Choice Remains Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Often life more cruel than death,
pandemics to defy
Each breath of pain a new refrain,
whose fate we must comply

We live each choice right to the end,
all consequence dethroned
Until the reaper grants reprieve,
no mercy to be shown

This giant chorus sings aloud,
discordant and alone
The fear we face subservient to
the dread of the unknown

Those tracks we leave with blood to mark,
the distant by and by
One choice remains to end the game
—a final last goodbye

(Dreamsleep: December,2021)