Almost An Epitaph 3 Poem by Morgan Michaels

Almost An Epitaph 3



From his sacerdotal bed
Looking Death full in the eye
(Who only smiled in reply)
A bishop, in succumbing, said
'Despite, O Death, our best surmise
You always come as a surprise.'

Thursday, July 26, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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