The Death Mystery Poem by John Sensele

Death hits us where it hurts the most
Death though expected, catches us unawares
Inflicting much pain and a high cost
In emotions like no other phenomenon dares.

Death supplies no opportunities to settle scores
To portray ourselves as superior creatures.
Death strikes the mighty lion who roars
As it cuts sentimental raptures.

Death spares no one
For at birth we make an appointment with death
Regardless of lotteries we've won
Whether we possess little or much stealth.

Death remains a mystery
That baffles our intelligence
Tears apart our history, our story
Death mocks and pokes fun at our science.