Death Poem by Moahammad Maleki

Angel of death, reaping through

Audible steps here and there

Conspicuous, pleasant sorts

Blatant wrinkle folds

Freezing colds

Billowing ghost corps,

I am besieged by a bevy of veterans

Beseeching for slightest way out

Dichotomous, bizarre feeling

Bifurcated psyche

Flagrant fragmented mind

Blithe or mourn 'I am uncertain'

But certainty is an absurd one

Reflection belied innate mood

Unique never bilk

Never sink

Never a barterer.
(mohammad)