Death Is What Happens To Not Me Poem by Shaun William Hayes

Death Is What Happens To Not Me



There is no first-hand experience of death;

There is living
And if continuation
Then there is living

Or

There is living and then not living

Which living I cannot know
Dead I cannot know
So death is what happens to not me

Monday, September 17, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Shaun William Hayes

Shaun William Hayes

The edge of the New Forest, UK
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