Fatal Thief Poem by John Sensele

Encounter with death is the lot
Which humankind meets
Despite spurts of hurts, cold or hot,
Death knocks at hermetic doors with or without tweets.

Fear and cold fright descend down spines
When a beloved soul departs from planet
Earth where hunger, thirst, pettiness, jealousies and fines
Blend and bet to fret on the internet.

Death stalks folks, blokes and cocks, young and old
For whom it sets up an unsolicited appointment
To deliberate when souls can fly back to the fold
Where they belong while relatives apply the final ointment.

From time immemorial, folks have grappled
With the mystery of death, attempting to decipher
Reasons why death casts barbs at the trampled
When grieving survivors loathe Lucifer.