A free-form poetic answer to John Donne. Written in 2007,  presented at a poetry reading in 2010.

Death Speaks

“DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee   
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so…
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,   
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.” – John Donne, 1610 CE 

and Life


We Are.


We are the children of Time
And without Death
and Life
and Time
There Is Not.


Life there cannot be
Without Death;
Death there cannot be
Without Life.


Neither of us can be
Without Time.


Time is to Be.


There is no Be without Time;
There is no presence of Being
Without Me
Without Life
For there is no Without.


Without Me
There is no Air
There is no Fire
There is no Water
There is no Earth
And Spirit is Formless
And Spirit is Void
And Spirit is Unaware
And Spirit is but is Not
For It knows Not that it Is.


So, humanity, be not proud
For while I can Die;
So will my sibling Life
As that happens
And all will return to the formless
To the unaware
And even Time may perish…


“…And with strange æons, even death may die…” – H. P. Lovecraft, 1921 CE

Poetry by steward
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Written on 2014-02-01 at 07:37

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Marvellous! I used to think about the subject. The oblivion ,death, life and the slow erosion that is time. I always thought that there as many worlds in this world as there are those to appreciate it. Every person appreciating this world in his own eccentric manner and in essence creating a world that is unique and different from the others around him. When he dies he takes that world with him. A world that evaporates to oblivion.Beyond this gate what other venue opens is a speculation at best. Enjoyed your poem!