Death, is at work in each of us. <br />He devours every element of life <br />within our mortal body. When he <br />has had his fill, we shall no longer <br />be, of earthly matter. <br /> <br />I fear not death, but life. For death <br />comes unannounced, like the howling <br />of a December wind and swoops up man, <br />as he would a dead leaf....and whisks us off into <br />the great abyss. <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-day-we-die-2/
