No wonder Death stalks us
Even though It most likely doesn't know our names,
It seeks a warm body that it can buss
Which after, the departed is left never the same.
The cadaver now rests in its casket
-with arms that no longer will hug-
Lying at attention for all eternity-
A fount for rising memories-
And, a feast for hungry and lively interred bugs.
So what is the lesson that can be inferred from these swarmed bites-
And the cemetery's funereal obsequies,
Just this: While we eventually all will lose our last fight-
With hope and sorrow's omnipresent presence,
we will never lose all of our fleas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem