Death Poem #3
Death Poem #3
by Angela Alberto
I was minding my own business
washing the dishes at our sink
When Death ran across the field last night
as fast as they could
cutting down the wheat shouting
" This is way easier than wood!"
Their bony arms in the moonlight
as they raced up and down the field
I said to my husband
"Is this for real?"
The water dripped from my hands
as I took a moment to blink
When something outside the window
truly began to stink
Their face pressed up to the glass,
they smirked and said
"You better wash fast!"
and drew a heart on the window pane
where their breath has past
I scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed
and washed, washed washed,
I got all the burnt oatmeal off the pot
Death was coming closer with every swipe of their scythe
I knew this would soon
be the end of my life
Finally they stopped running
and turned to face me again
Wheat was stuck in their cloak
I still hoped this was a joke,
with a sigh I pulled the plug
from the drain
and looked out the window again.
No longer an image of a skeleton appeared
yet all my friends and loved ones
That I have held so dear
My dog Ginger, from when I was 5, My horse Amy
(Oh how I cried!)
Aunt Theresa, Uncle Tom, Grandmom Ruth, Pop pop Krex,
so much love I felt
from the right to the left
The smell of lilacs came over me
I felt something grab my hand,
warm and steady
I looked and saw a black cloak
yet under it was pure, shiny gold
Death smiled and said,
"May I walk you home?"
My heart full from what awaits me
I kept my hand in theirs and said
"I am ready."
Angela is a Death Doula, artist, and animal lover who lives in Portland, Oregon. She spends a lot of her time thinking about Death. Her intention is to help people change their narrative about Death to create a fuller life in the here and now. When she isn’t pondering the Great Change, she can be found dancing, making jewelry, volunteering at local animal sanctuaries, and writing. Her greatest joy is helping people remember their power and divine nature.
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