Kingfisher.. Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

What if God were a kingfisher?
If you and I were fish, would you hide?
Would you play hide and seek?
Since I have welcomed death,
Of death, I have no fear.
So, I welcome the kingfisher of souls.
To snap me up when my time is near
Sure enough, I shall not fight.
Struggle as he holds me midair in flight.
Fish gills shut tight; let mouths be opened.
Let every fish-scale suit of armour fall.
When it's time to answer his inanimate call.