(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
The Great Abyss... - Poem by (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
Death, is at work in each of us.
He devours every element of life
within our mortal body. When he
has had his fill, we shall no longer
be, of earthly matter.
I fear not death, but life. For death
comes unannounced, like the howling
of a December wind and swoops up man,
as he would a dead leaf....and whisks us off into
the great abyss.
© Joe Fazio
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