Sooner or later,
One will leave
And it’s either you
Give her a good fight
Tantamount to the gods,
Or you die trying
But then
Sooner or later,
One will have to go:
A plane crash,
An arcade fire,
A bar-fight killing,
Buried in an avalanche
During a storm
Eaten up by vices,
Drugs,
Humanity,
Sadness and bereavement.
But this is the best fight
There is.
How gratifying it is
To know that only
Death took you
And nothing, no one else?
You died perfectly
As you sifted through
This madness.
Death is the most
Acceptable departure.
It holds no grudges,
No vengeful allegiances.
Only loss,
Sadness
A hopeful kind of sadness
That just requires
Time until
The flowers start to
Bloom again.
Sooner or later,
Someone’s going to leave
And it’s up to me,
To you,
To everyone
To give ourselves
a good fight
For we don’t want to
Sit on our death beds
Thinking that
Things went on too late
Or premature
We don’t want to die trying
I don’t want to.
Let’s give each other
The best fight there is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem