WHEN DEATH DIES

when death dies
who will know
when death goes to die?
the mailman
the crane operator
or the gymnast on the rings?
who will be here
to see the end
of all the little things?
the mind is lost
the brain is lazy
and the soul is too terrified
to come out of the dark
so who will be here
when death goes dying?
the ants in their mounds
or the birds diving under the water
or what about the snow fleas
on the melting glaciers of the world?
who will it be, my dear
when even death, dies?