Death is an unkind cut

Death is an unkind cut

What good does it do

What does it mean

Nobody knows.

Is there a connection

A meeting of minds

A halfway house

A community of strangers

Making their way

To the other side,

If there is one.

The signs are not good

The science is against it

But nobody believes

That

Anymore.

Opinion is all that matters

And my voice

Is louder than yours

Because I say so

Stop banging on

You are doing my head in

Trying to defend

The indefensible.

Death is a non-negotiable

We try to ignore

Until we

No longer can.