A Dream Of Death Poem by James McLain

Such dreams were more common as a child.
And when then I was.
Influenced by what I saw I may have dreamp
from time spun back.
Like a spiders web each fine spun line
that brings them all to reach the middle.
By what I saw the grown ups do.
Each loss by them I could not understand.

Emotional turmoil most empathic children felt.
Others missing as some in the boat.
It back then never occurred to me.

That from the time of birth
some were a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
Only waiting for the day when I buy them was invited.