I looked Death
In the eye
And said,
“You want to
rob my breath?
I’m not afraid
To die.
You and I,
Dear death,
Have met
once more
before.
Once, twice, thrice…
Many times in fact.
And every time my friend,
At the end,
I’ve come out intact.
You don’t remember.
To you
They were all
different men.
But it was just me
over and over again.”
2013
