
After Life
I walked in streets both broad and narrow - awed
by decay, bleats of sorrow, blank, cold stares.
I wondered wildly, "Why the Hell?" Crows cawed
in answer, madly mobbing all my cares.
A man soon joined me, clean and clear, unflawed;
He raved of growth, of pears, of gods, of fairs,
while life was crackling, trees so full of breath;
And He turned, kindly, saying, "I am Death."
- Edward Fielding Barnsley, January 28, 1991
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