Fear Of Death? Poem by Wesley Mincin

Should we fear his faceless face?
The hooded obverse...
lacking the pity we know...
lacking the enjoyment of what he does...
lacking the regret of his duty...
Should we fear the cold hand,
that will reach for ours?
The hand of a thing that chose not his existence...
The hand of which shall escort or drag us,
to the darkened realm that waits for us...
Should we fear his presence?
The scythe that herds us with the other souls?
The robe he wears...
Does he wear his hood in shame?
Does he wear it to conceal the tears of pity he may just feel?
Or the smile of enjoyment?
Should we fear him at all?
The shepherd of souls
The Dark Angel
The Neutral Escort
Death...