The Visit Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The angel of death went up and down dark city alleys and streets
Unseen, unheard not being felt by his tracking treads
Trailing twilight robes past coffee shops where people chat and laugh with thrill
He paused, yet not hesitated at every door and window sill


And he listened to the living breath
Of those who did not know or wish not to know
How near they were to become under his reign, and wrath of heavenly glow
Who would live and who would die; who tonight will leave the living earth


who will live and who will die;
who will die at his predestined time
who will succumb and fall before his prime;
who be drowned by water and who be consumed by fire,


who by sword or sharp dagger, who by foul savage beast,
who by long famine, who by mal thirst,
who by wrath of storm, who by incurable plague,
Who by some harm, who by smoky earthquake,


who by delirium, who by pandemonium,
who by strangulation, and who by stoning.
Who will rest and who will wander,
who will live in harmony and who will be harried,


who will spared and enjoy tranquillity and who will suffer,
who will be impoverished and who will be enriched,
who will be degraded and who will be exalted
This is all enfolded in the angel cover


The angel of death went up and down dark city alleys and streets
Unseen, unheard not being felt by his tracking treads
Not seen by nurse, doctor, priest or nun
He quietly in deathening silence passed by many doors
And behold, alas! he did enter one.


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