When Death Unites Poem by Bill Grace

When Death Unites



When this thing we call death claims me
Poor blind creatures that we be
Think of it as liberation to the Main
A life held by subtle passions and yet fearing - released,
It is ok.
From stars I came and will return.
Enough of The Other met
To grant perhaps a peace at passage.

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