Death Poem by Jose Silva

Death



When or where they ask
The answer never arrives

Far or near
Her presence is always there

Fierceness
soullesness

Prejudice
Not at all

Before us
There she was
Ending lives
Is what she does

Live your life
Don't look back
Don't worry
She got your back

5/20/2009

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